_Author’s POV_
Calden suddenly felt flustered as he couldn’t recall the specific gifts Zarelle had given him over the past three years. His brows furrowed. “All of them.”
Aldrin cleared his throat, steeling himself for what he was about to say. “Boss, in the first year, Miss Feymere gave you a ring. You, um, you ended up misplacing it…”
In an instant, Calden’s face darkened, his gaze turning icy, his heart constricting with a sharp pang of pain. It hit him like a ton of bricks!
He suddenly remembered that they had gotten married without even exchanging wedding rings. It was him, too lazy to bother with those formalities. But Zarelle had prepared one for him.
He wore it for only a few days before it started to feel uncomfortable, and in a moment of carelessness, he absentmi
