"Good to know," Scott replied plainly. Then he handed a little box to her. "Put it on."
"Huh?" Brianna was startled.
"Open it."
Brianna opened it, saw the silver ring studded with a big pink diamond, and stared at Scott open-mouthed. It must be worth millions! And the design is beautiful. Brianna thought. She noticed the letter K carved on the ring and put it on her ring finger.
"Thank you." Brianna said with a smile, then she thought of something and asked, "What about yours?"
"Huh. Why would you think I should wear one?" Scott said with a sneer.
"I thought you would kneel down to propose. Isn't that the usual way?" Brianna said with a grin.
"Who do you think you are? You are asking me to kneel down before you?!" Scott almost exclaimed.
"I was just joking. We are married, after all." Brianna muttered timidly.
"Give it back to me if you don't want it," Scott said coldly.
"Of course I want it. I like it very much." Brianna replied immediately.
"Then don't complain."
"I won't." Brianna pouted her lips and thought, if I can sell it, then I won't need to worry about money for mum's medical treatment. What a great surprise!
However, Scott seemed to have read her mind. "Don't ever think about selling the ring. Everything I give you is unique. There's only one. I can track it easily."
"Oh, why would I ever think of selling it? It's a wedding ring. You are thinking too much..." Brianna replied immediately. Huh. I can't sell it, but at least it's a symbol, and it can send the message to people that I'm Mrs. Anderson, and it shall protect me, well, to a certain point.
"Let's go." Scott finished his cigarette and stood up to leave.
Brianna nodded and followed him.
Seated in the car, looking out of the window, Brianna noticed that it was the usual way home. "Are we not going home?" She asked.
"To my grandparents," Scott said.
"Your grandparents'?!" Brianna repeated, and she started to worry. She recalled what Scott had warned her about. Shit! I have to deal with them!
When the car pulled over outside the Anderson House, Brianna hesitated.
"Scared?" Scott asked mockingly.
"No."
"Then hurry up." Scott got out of the car first and waited for Brianna.
It wasn't the first time Scott waited for her. He's being protective, I guess. Brianna thought. I'm here now. I have to face it.
The bodyguards handed Brianna some presents that Scott had prepared in advance. She carried them and followed Scott through the huge garden to the main house. As she was looking around, amazed by the design and beautiful flowers, two Tibetan Mastiffs and four husky dogs suddenly ran out and went towards Brianna. Frightened, Brianna screamed, dropped all the bags of presents, and ran.
She was soon surrounded by the big and unfriendly dogs, all barking at her. She was almost in tears. Seeing how scared Brianna was, Scott finally shouted at the dogs. "Tod, sit down."
The leading Tibetan Mastiff sat down, and the rest followed.
Brianna heaved a sigh of relief.
"Come over," Scott shouted, and all the dogs went to him, wagging their tails happily.
Jameson stood by the door, smoking and watching, one hand in his pocket, looking rather amused. Scott stared at him.
"Hey, Scott. What's that face for?" Jameson asked.
"Didn't you let them out? They are usually kept on the other side of the garden." Scott questioned with a frown.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I walked past them just now and forgot to shut the gate." Jameson said apologetically. Both Scott and Brianna knew he did it intentionally. "It looks like you care about your wife, though I doubt that you married her for the sake of love," Jameson added.
"It's none of your business. She's mine, and no one should touch whatever is mine without my permission. Jameson, I'm saying it one more time. Do not cross the line." Scott said sternly, looking at Jameson icily.
"Apologies." Jameson shrugged his shoulders. "I've made a mistake." He went over to Brianna and offered his hand, "Nice to see you again, Brianna, my dear sister-in-law." He said with a mysterious smile. "Sorry to have frightened you."
Brianna accepted his help and put her hand in his.
"You have very soft hands." Jameson looked her into her eyes and said rather flirtatiously.
Startled, Brianna quickly withdrew her hands and ran over to Scott.
Jameson smiled a cheeky smile and went over to pick up Brianna's shoe that came off when she was running away from the dogs.
With the shoe in his hand, he squatted down, looked up at Brianna, and said gently, "Brianna, may you please lift your lovely foot up?"
Brianna looked at Scott, who had turned to leave. She heaved a sigh and let Jameson put the shoe on her. He held her food with one hand and put the shoe on her while smiling at her flirtatiously. He noticed the ring on her hand.
"So you two have registered, and now you are wearing a wedding ring. It looks like he does care about you." Jameson commented.
Brianna shook her head. "Not really. He doesn't have a ring, only me wearing one. This is just another disguise."
"When you are pregnant with his child, my grandparents might accept you. Ha-ha. That will be a good move." Jameson sneered. He gestured to the bodyguards to pick up the presents, and they handed them back to Brianna.
The moon was up and shone softly upon the garden. The house was surrounded by subtle tranquility. Brianna and Jameson walked in together.
The first person Brianna saw was a senior with gray hair, seated in an armchair in the middle. The wrinkles on his face failed to hide his air of authority and his good look. Leaning on the armchair stood a cane, beautifully made. He was surely the senior Mr. Anderson, Scott's grandfather, Benjamin Anderson, who was the chairman of The Anderson Corporation and owned the most shares of the company.