CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The idea of other guys staring at Muna's rather ample curves might just have my chest tightening in a knot- Grant.

Muna was about to step out of car when Grant halted her with his hand on her wrist.

"What is it?" She frowned.

"I wanted you to have this, I'm sure this is not how you expected your first engagement be, but we need to make our relationship more believable. I can't call you my fiancée without you having my ring on your finger."

Muna stared at the beautiful and simple diamond ring that Grant had placed on her ring finger.

The ring was a perfect fit and was just what Muna had once described to Grant as her ideal ring. They were friends back then and had spoken about proposals randomly.

She wondered if Grant remembered what she had said and decided to get her ideal ring for her? He couldn't have, he hated her after all, she concluded, casting away that idea.

"It's beautiful and it must have cost you a lot," she remarked in a fake excited tone.

"Purchasing it had no significa