Emily stared in disbelief. Andrew Lane had actually sent her a ring. She frowned, positive there had only been a single gift bag on the coffee table and nothing else.

"Was it in the white bag?" she asked Emma.

Emma nodded. "Yeah. Emily, who sent you this? Was it Tristan? Is that diamond even real? The stone is huge."

Emma's voice was different from usual. She sounded cautious but also a little annoyed.

Honestly, Emily was just as annoyed-if not more.

Her frown deepened. "I'm going back to check."

When she got home, Emily pushed the door open and found Emma on the sofa, turning a small red velvet box over in her hands. The gift bag was already open on the table.

Emma heard the door and looked up, holding out the box. "Here, this is it."

Emily walked over, face tight, and took the box. She opened it. Inside was a diamond ring, beautifully designed, with a huge stone that caught the living room light and sparkled in her palm.

She squinted at the brand name on the box.

She'd never heard of it before.

Emily's frown only got deeper. She turned to Emma again. "You're sure this came from that bag?"

Emma glanced at the bag, then nodded. "Yeah.”

Seeing the look on Emily's face, Emma bit her lip and said quietly, "Emily, I opened it without asking you first. Are you mad?"

Emily shook her head. "It's fine."

But inside, she was fuming.

After all the effort Andrew Lane went through, he'd sent her a diamond ring.

With his money, there was no way it was fake. The brand looked like something from an indie designer overseas. As far as she knew, Andrew didn't care for flashy luxury brands. Most of his clothes and accessories were from lesser-known designers abroad. This ring fit that pattern.

Judging by the size and the design, it must be worth a fortune.

What was Andrew thinking, sending her a ring?

Was he out of his mind?

Emily snapped the box shut and tossed it on the sofa, then grabbed her phone.

Emma watched her, a little hesitant. "Emily, did Tristan just propose to you?"

She looked troubled. Tristan was a good guy, but Emily had only just started dating him. Getting married already felt way too soon.

Emily shook her head. "It wasn't him."

Emma's eyes went wide. "If not Tristan, then who?"

Emily was still furious. She opened her messages with Andrew Lane and started

typing, jaw clenched. “Some lunatic,” she muttered.

Emma went quiet and just watched her.

Emily typed out, What is this supposed to mean?

Andrew replied almost right away. What?

She snapped a picture of the velvet box and sent it. Are you coming to get this or should I send it over?

Andrew messaged back. Just keep it.

Emily stared at the message, her expression cold. She couldn't tell if he'd made a typo or if that was exactly what he meant.

She typed back, Mr. Lane, I'll send it to you. I hope you remember what I said. Don't cross the line.