Chapter seven

"Where is your ring?" Michael asked and Sasha stiffened.

She looked down at her hand immediately, her eyes staring at her ring finger in horror, where is her ring? She never took off her ring, so where is it? As her thoughts ran wild, she could still feel Michael's gaze on her, "em...I...I think it should be in the kitchen. Yes, it should be there. I em...I took it off when I em...I was em...making a dough, yes. I took it off and placed it on the kitchen counter, I just forgot to take it back. I will get it tomorrow, I'm so tired to go downstairs now," she burrowed into his arms and prayed he shouldn't offer to go get it for her.

Michael kissed her temple and cuddled her, "if things are getting too hard on you, we can get the housekeeper to live in, she would love it after all," he caressed her cheek as he drowned in her beauty.

Sasha shook her head softly, "it's okay, I can manage. I don't do anything apart from cooking and Jessica also helps in taking care of