Wendy Wayne tugged at it for a long time, her hand swollen, yet the ring was still stubbornly stuck on her index finger.
Hugh Ronan couldn't bear watching anymore, so with a rare surge of kindness, he stood up and led her into the suite's lounge.
"Before you add to my troubles, don't cause problems for yourself. What are you trying to accomplish?"
Hugh's words weren't pleasant, but at least he wasn't kicking her when she was down.
Walking into the bathroom, the man turned on the tap, squeezed out some soap, and gently applied it to Wendy's hand.
The actions weren't exactly skillful, but they were meticulous.
Clearly, Hugh was doing this for the first time.
Wendy withdrew her wrist, "I can do it myself."
Hugh didn't let go, casting a cold glance her way, giving her no chance to act on her own.
In truth, Wendy didn't mind showing her foolishness and scheming in front of Hugh; what proud man could tolerate his fiancée being foolish every day?
