Chapter 85: Acting Spoiled and Pretending to Be Pitiful

Clara Bennett was slightly tempted upon hearing this: "Is this true or false? Such a flimsy little game, yet it’s worth an ancient jade?" Though her expression still showed some skepticism, the tremor in her voice revealed her inner turmoil. The so-called "ancient jade" not only represents material wealth, but the historical culture and rarity it stands for are exceptional. If one could truly obtain such a rare treasure, who wouldn’t be moved? William Foster explained, "A couple on the same boat often scatter when storms come. This game requires both to work together and complete tasks within a specified time. Many can share joys and sorrows, but not necessarily reach the finish line on time." His words were sincere and powerful, conveying his certainty and expectations for their relationship. This is not just a simple test; it feels more like a rehearsal for the future. Although the words were slightly sharp, they pointed directly at the core issue, without disguise. As he said this, William Foster’s lips curved into a smile. This smile wasn’t from a sense of boasting or victory, but was filled with confidence and determination. As if no matter the challenges faced, they have the power to overcome difficulties. Such a composed attitude inspires awe and also naturally generates a sense of trust. We’re a bit different. Hearing this, Clara Bennett’s anger decreased slightly. The initial fury gradually subsided as the other’s true intentions were revealed. Especially when mentioning the extremely tempting reward of ancient jade, she had to admit, the current situation was indeed worth considering. The words "ancient jade" were like a brand imprinted on her mind; such a good thing could not be missed! However, because she just learned that this was a casual fabrication by William Foster, even now it sounded very tempting, she still harbored reservations. Having been deceived once, it’s difficult for anyone to quickly let go. Besides, Clara Bennett is inherently straightforward, especially when it comes to important promises, she cannot tolerate falsehoods mixed in. So, even though the current situation appears calm, she’s still holding onto a lingering breath that has not completely dissipated. Clara Bennett’s tone gradually softened, but there was still a hint of subtle dissatisfaction in her words. "Don’t think that just by mentioning this gift, I would easily let go of my anger. Though you said it was for my good, if you had been honest about your plan from the beginning, I believe I would have been willing to cooperate. However, you chose to hide it and even used means to force me to comply, which changes the entire nature of things." Her voice, though no longer sharp, conveyed each word like a fine blade, making one feel uneasy inside. Seeing this, William Foster quickly took out an exquisite ring box from his pocket, carefully opening it, trying not to make a sound that might disturb her. "I know I’ve wronged you, Clara, truly know it." There was a sense of urgency in his tone, even a touch of humility, "I clearly can’t argue about it further, but it was carefully planned by me. I sincerely wanted to give you a romantic, unforgettable proposal, so you’d forever remember this moment." Clara Bennett slowly descended the last few steps, her heels making a crisp "tap tap" sound on the marble floor. Step by step, until she stood before William Foster, she slightly lifted her head, her gaze falling on his visibly swollen face. A flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes, then she frowned and asked, "What happened to your face? Why is it swollen like this? Does it hurt?" Her words carried a complex emotion, containing both curiosity and a hint of concealed care. William Foster lowered his head, not directly meeting her eyes, but quietly uttered a barely audible word: "It hurts." Clara Bennett raised her eyebrows, her tone suddenly turned cold, as if she remembered something, she indifferently threw out: "Serves you right." This simple phrase was like a basin of ice water in the winter, freezing what little warmth remained in the air. William Foster immediately stood motionless, speechless for a moment, his expression as if struck by lightning. Done for, the little wife suddenly turned into an iceberg, how to deal with such a situation? He quickly searched for solutions in his mind: should he kneel down and confess? Or play the pitiful card and act spoiled? Perhaps he could promise to take her out for a delicious meal... However, whichever way, none seemed feasible under the current circumstances. Emergency assistance please! Is anyone online to provide answers for this dilemma! Finally, he could only let out a heavy sigh and silently shook his head. Ah, forget it, one must ultimately rely on oneself to coax one’s wife back, especially since he created the problem. Thus, William Foster helplessly reached out, attempting to grasp her wrist. At first, he moved very gently, afraid she would pull away or get angrier, and finding Clara Bennett didn’t reject him, he finally became a bit bolder. He gently pulled her hand over and then took out the ring he had long prepared, softly slipping it onto her finger. It was an incredibly exquisite ring, with a rare Conch Pearl set at the center, exuding a gentle and alluring glow. Around it was a circle of dazzling diamonds, seemingly born to accentuate this pearl, sparkling under the light like countless stars shining. The whole design looked like a budding flower, full of vitality and elegance, its beauty dazzling, making it impossible to look away once you’ve glanced at it. Clara Bennett stared at the immensely extravagant ring for a long time, her brows gradually furrowing, her tone returning to seriousness: "This ring is too extravagant, almost ridiculously so. I really can’t accept such a thing." She spoke earnestly, eyes full of determination. Knowing that a good quality Conch Pearl itself is priceless, let alone this one William Foster chose—it’s considered the best of the best, whether in color, brilliance, or shape, achieving near perfection. As for the surrounding diamonds, each has unique cutting craftsmanship and exceptional quality, any of them coveted by top collectors alone. She looked down at the ring in deep thought, then raised her eyes to William Foster. The two are not genuinely married; at most, they cooperate in certain scenarios as partners. Even so, if this act becomes too ostentatious, certain troubles might arise, especially for someone of William Foster’s background. As a member of the Foster family, he needs to consider the family’s reputation, naturally not behaving too lavishly. These luxury items may barely pass, but for Clara Bennett, she feels it completely unnecessary to bear such immense pressure.