I Didn't Marry the Girl I Funded

June carried out my order. In just a few moves, she subdued the drunken fools and took the ring from Marcus. Then, she held it out to me respectfully.

I didn't take it and simply extended my hand. "Put it on."

She froze for a second, then quickly recovered and slid the ring onto my ring finger.

It amused me, but before I could smile, Jasmine rushed over with red eyes and grabbed my wrist. "Tristan, what are you doing?"

It was the first time I had seen her lose control. Her eyes were rimmed red, her gaze flickering between June and me.

But she quickly regained her composure.

"What? Had you realized clinging to me doesn't work, so now you're playing hard to get? You're really putting on a show, Tristan. Take the ring off and give it back to Marcus right now. You know the consequences for not doing so."

"I understand you, Tristan. It's priceless jewelry. Maybe you've never seen something like this before," Marcus said, letting tears fall as he lowered his head. "This is a token of love from my parents. If you like other jewelry, I can get it for you. Just not this one. I can't do it…"

Jasmine snorted beside him. "You hear that, Tristan? Marcus is being so kind to you, yet you're still just standing there? Kneel and apologize to him!"

The two of them played off each other. It was as if I were the villain.

June flexed her wrist lightly. "Mr. York."

She was ready to handle it for me, but I shook my head.

"Not yet."

Jasmine still believed I couldn't live without her. It was a great opportunity to let her witness my wedding. After that, I could deal with them properly.

My two-word answer sparked a misunderstanding as Jasmine barked, "What are you waiting for, Tristan? Are you waiting for me to marry you?

"I'm warning you. If you don't kneel and apologize to Marcus, don't even think about bringing me into your house!"

What a joke!

In my last life, how did I not see that she demanded everything while giving nothing?

"Forget it. If Tristan likes the ring, I'll give it to him. My parents' anniversary is coming up anyway. I'll just get something new for them," Marcus said in a wounded tone.

The classmates still lying on the ground were wary of June, but they continued to flatter him.

"Marcus, you're too kind. That ungrateful bodyguard of his will get what's coming."

"Exactly! You're the real heir, yet she doesn't even know that. Isn't she just some lapdog?"

Jasmine seemed tired of arguing. She wrapped her arm around Marcus and brushed past me, waving as she spoke. "Let's go. Since Tristan has the talent to charm Marcus' bodyguard into losing her mind over him, tonight's bill is on Marcus. Eat and drink your fill!"

Even as she left, she couldn't resist smearing my name. I didn't argue and just smiled faintly.

Then, I made a call and froze the card I had given Jasmine.

That afternoon, she sent me an angry voice message.

"Tristan, why did you freeze my card? You took Marcus' ring, so I'm at an auction house buying him a new one! I'll even get you a watch as compensation. Wire the money now!"

I glanced at June, who was trying on a custom gown. "What watch? I can get one myself."