Axel POV
I know I look like crap when I enter the jewellery store. I am still wearing my gym shorts and shirt from yesterday. I did not leave the hospital and am on edge because Liana is still unconscious. The only reason security does not stop me at the door is because they know who I am.
“Axel,” Paul, the owner, greets friendly. “I’m surprised to see you here. It’s not your mother’s birthday yet, is it?”
“No,” I smile stiffly. “I’m here to buy rings.”
“Certainly,” Paul smiles brightly. “What do you have in mind?”
“Engagement rings,” I reply.
“Is there something I should know?” Paul clutches his heart theatrically and bats his eyelashes.
“Not yet, Paul,” I sigh, and he instantly pulls himself together when he realizes I am not in a pleasant mood.
“Here is our classic collection,”
