Meanwhile, Derick held the ring Skye’d sent him through the deliveryman, his hands trembling.
His friends tried to console him, urging him not to waste any more time.
“Derick, take the ring and go!”
“Come on, man, stop shaking and hurry up!”
“Are you now having second thoughts about giving the ring to her?"
But despite their urging, Derick still stood frozen, staring at the ring.
Alanna noticed something was off and walked over, smiling as she linked her arm with his.
“Derick, I’ll accept it. I came back to marry you, remember? You don’t have to be nervous.”
But just as she finished speaking, Derick abruptly pulled his hand away.
“Alanna, it’s late. You’re still jet-lagged. Why don’t you rest for now?” Derick said before abruptly turning and rushing out of the room, leaving behind an awkward silence.
For the first time, Derick drove home at breakneck speed. He couldn’t wait—he needed to confirm his suspicions immediately.
When he burst through the door, he called Skye's name over and over, but no one answered.
