Love Drug Chapter 386: A Ring and a Fall

Summer watched Fraser approach, each step he took seeming to press heavily on her heart.

She felt the curious, envious, and gossipy stares of everyone around her, yet noticed that in Fraser's eyes, she was the only one that mattered.

Her nose tingled with a sourness, her voice slightly aggrieved, "I didn't wear makeup today."

Fraser smiled, his lips curving slightly. "Hmm, you look beautiful."

"I'm not even in a dress."

"You look lovely."

"You're lying."

Fraser stepped forward, his fingers gently wiped away the tears that Summer didn't even realize had fallen.

"What, don't believe you're beautiful enough to move my heart, hmm?"

Summer's eyes reddened further.

Just then, a fluffy, snow-white Samoyed appeared in view.

Pudding, dressed in a dapper dog suit with a stylish bow tie, was clutching a precious velvet box in his mouth as he ran up.

Pudding barked excitedly, his voice clear and loud. Seeing Pudding, Summer started to laugh, and couldn't help but cry.

Sensing something was amiss, Pudding thought she was being bullied and barked even louder, as if trying to comfort her.

Fraser took the velvet box from Pudding, his slender fingers gently lifting the lid.

Inside, a delicately cut heart-shaped sapphire ring lay quietly, its blue glow dazzling and enchanting.

Fraser took a deep breath and slowly knelt on one knee, his dark eyes intensely and tenderly fixed on Summer.

He held up the sapphire ring before her, his voice low and magnetic, "Summer, will you marry me?"

Summer's gaze softened more than ever as she looked at the man kneeling before her and Pudding.

"I... I will."

Summer smiled through glistening eyes, her voice thick with emotion as she uttered those three simple words.

How could she not?

She had just been given the most precious gift of her life.

Fraser’s heart pounded at her answer.

He slowly rose to his feet, a deep wave of emotion pooling in his eyes. For the briefest moment, tears shimmered there—overwhelmed by joy and disbelief.

Their eyes locked.

In that gaze, both of them knew: from this moment on, they would face life side by side.

The crowd erupted around them with a deafening cheer. The air buzzed with celebration, nearly boiling over with excitement.

Yvette buried her face in Xavier’s chest.

She was overwhelmed. Completely moved.

Fraser took out the sapphire engagement ring. His fingers, pale from gripping so tightly, held the dazzling gem with a reverence that made it seem even more brilliant.

He took her delicate hand, and with the other, prepared to slip the ring onto her fourth finger.

As if anchoring her to his side—fully, completely.

She was already carrying their child.

And now, she would officially become his wife.

In the days ahead, she would be by his side, always and forever.

Then, without any warning—

A loud thud.

Pudding, who had been crouched quietly nearby, suddenly collapsed, foam spilling from its mouth. Its eyes rolled wildly, completely out of control. The small body crumpled to the floor, twitching and convulsing.

Its cries were agonizing.

So heart-wrenching, even the people around could feel its pain.

In a matter of seconds, Pudding stopped moving. It lay still and limp on the cold floor.

“Pudding!”

Summer’s mind went blank. Her wide, dark eyes stared in disbelief as she dropped down and scooped the limp dog into her arms.

The sapphire ring was halfway onto her finger. Just a little more and it would’ve been on.

But the moment she pulled her hand away—

Clink.

The ring fell to the ground, landing with a sharp sound before rolling to a stop on the icy floor.

...

In the hospital corridor, the air was thick with unease.

Harsh white lights and the sharp smell of antiseptic filled the space.

Summer paced anxiously, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

Fraser stood nearby, brow furrowed, a dark cloud hanging over his handsome face.

He stepped forward and took her hand. “Summer, the vet’s looking into it. Sit down for a moment.”

Summer’s face was pale, her mind looping with images of Pudding foaming at the mouth, body seizing.

She knew Pudding was getting old.

She’d known for a while that he might not have many years left.

But not like this.

Not collapsing in agony right in front of her.

Her eyes were swollen red. She kept whispering, again and again, “What do we do? What do we do? Why did this happen so suddenly?”

Fraser pulled her tightly into his arms, his voice low and firm. “Summer. Breathe. Stay calm.”