Chapter 1202 - 1229: Grateful for the Invitation, Jiang (5)

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1229: Grateful for the Invitation, Jiang (5)

After such a fuss, Mia Ginger was somewhat exhausted.

Returning to her room, she quickly fell asleep.

——

The next day, at seven in the morning.

She was jolted awake by the sound of the alarm.

Without much delay, she folded the quilt, washed up, and tiptoed downstairs.

It was the weekend, so Camden River didn’t set an alarm. He woke up a little past seven, washed up, and came downstairs, but it was already eight.

Mia Ginger had been busy in the kitchen for a long time. Hearing the noise, she leaned out and asked, "I’ve already prepared breakfast, would you like it now?"

Camden River: "..."

In his view was Mia Ginger, with a fresh face, her hair tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, wearing a V-neck brick-red sweater paired with tight jeans. She looked up to ask him, making anyone feel comfortable and charming.

"Why are you up so early?" Camden River withdrew his gaze but couldn’t help asking.

"Breakfast is important; I feel you’ve lost a bit of weight recently, so this meal is essential," Mia Ginger responded naturally.

Camden River was suddenly filled with complex emotions.

Speaking of weight loss, Mia Ginger had lost even more weight than him during this time. She was more severely injured, yet she spoke so naturally, as if she completely forgot that between the two of them, she needed care more.

Camden River stayed silent, while she thought for a moment then added, "I made some soy milk, stir-fried potato slivers, mixed bean sprouts with gluten, and reheated the mini-fried dough sticks I bought at the supermarket last night. Does that sound alright?"

"Yeah." Camden River nodded, "I’ll bring it out; you should sit down and rest for a bit."

"I just woke up, why rest?"

As soon as Mia Ginger spoke, she turned back into the kitchen.

In her haste, she didn’t realize she had just slipped into a Riverside dialect.

Camden River was taken aback but was amused by her.

Breakfast was soon served. The two finished at the dining table and by around nine, Camden River drove her to the place to buy rings.

The craftsman was at the store, handed Mia Ginger a ring to try on, then went to adjust the size, leaving the two with nothing to do but sit quietly at the counter waiting.

"Sir, this way please."

The sales lady accompanying them suddenly stood up and gestured politely, causing Mia Ginger, who was sitting, to quickly stand and step aside.

Turning her head aside, she froze.

"Brother Davis?"

Mia Ginger instinctively called out, only to notice he had a tall, graceful woman on his arm.

The woman also hesitated upon hearing her call and smiled, saying, "And who is this?"

Daniel Davis’s gaze fell on Mia Ginger, then glanced at Camden River behind her, smiling as he introduced: "A client from a previous case, Little Turner; this is her boyfriend, uh, Reporter River."

Following his introduction, he openly added: "My girlfriend, here to look at wedding rings. You’re here for the same?"

"Yeah," Mia Ginger nodded instinctively.

Beside her, Camden River, despite the surprise, returned to normal, smiling faintly: "What a coincidence."

The woman next to Daniel Davis came to her senses, smiling and greeting, "I’m Felicity Armstrong, happy to meet you both."

Mia Ginger smiled at her.

After a few simple exchanges, Daniel Davis accompanied Felicity Armstrong to look at rings.

It had only been half a month since they’d last seen each other, yet he hadn’t changed; still with glasses and a polite gaze under those lenses, like a mature and poised social elite, exuding elegance and restrained strength.

Such encounters were indeed rather awkward.

Mia Ginger glanced over, noticing the gentle, amicable smile on his lips, relieving some of her guilt and allowing her to relax a bit.

Beside her, Camden River felt even more complex emotions.

After all—

He assumed Mia Ginger had feelings for Daniel Davis. In such circumstances, she must feel incredibly awkward.

Yet all this was his doing.

Camden River couldn’t pinpoint exactly how he felt; thankfully, the rings were quickly adjusted, and they were ready to leave.

"This one is ready."

At the same time, Felicity Armstrong finished choosing a ring and, finding the size unsuitable, went to discuss with the craftsman herself.

Daniel Davis stayed, looking at Mia Ginger’s ring, and smiled asking, "Did you guys tie the knot?"

Mia Ginger paused, then replied softly, "Yes, we registered."

"Okay." Daniel Davis nodded, "We registered the day before yesterday too, planning to hold a wedding in January. Would you guys come over then? Should I send an invitation?"

Mia Ginger looked at Camden River.

Camden River raised his hand to wrap it around her shoulder, smiling at Daniel Davis: "Thanks for inviting us; if we have time, we’ll definitely come."

"It’s settled then."

"Alright."

The two exchanged smiles in farewell, and Daniel Davis headed over to find Felicity Armstrong.

He seemed so flawlessly poised that it was as if nothing had ever transpired between them; Mia Ginger couldn’t help but glance a few more times at his retreating figure.

Camden River picked up the ring box and led her out of the store.

The duo got into the car, and he fastened his seatbelt, stealing a glance at Mia Ginger, earnestly saying, "I’m sorry."

Mia Ginger blinked, shook her head with a smile, "It’s okay."

Daniel Davis was the most practical and mature type of man; he could adjust and manage his life in any situation, and whether in the pursuit of her or during their time together, he had always taken the lead.

With age, it’s not surprising that he’s getting married so quickly.

It was her fault from the start; she wasn’t wronged in the least.

Mia Ginger understood clearly and felt no discomfort—in fact, she felt relieved; why would she need an apology from him?

Camden River, however, felt guilty, uneasy even after apologizing. He took her to a nearby mall, buying Mia Ginger two large plush toys: a bear and a goofy dog.

He had been to the Turner Family, naturally noticing the dolls in Mia Ginger’s room, and from seeing the pillow horizontal across her quilt last night, he knew she had a habit of sleeping cuddled with these things.

Mia Ginger was a bit surprised, but her mood became somewhat secretly elated.

The duo grabbed a meal outside, then made a supermarket run before going home to prepare food for entertaining guests.

A little past four in the afternoon, Mia Ginger was the first to arrive.