“After that we met so many times since then. I tried to hold back my feelings,” Neymar continued, his eyes fixed on Sophia. “But with every meeting it became harder.”
His voice softened.
“I really like you. I’ve never felt this way about any other woman.”
His eyes remained fixed on her face as he spoke.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
His voice dropped slightly, filled with nervous hope.
Magnus’s hands slowly clenched at his sides.
Across from Neymar, Sophia stood silently.
She looked surprised—clearly caught off guard by the sudden confession.
She held a small bag in her hand, and she had already changed out of the elegant blue dress she had worn during the auction.
Now she wore something much simpler—a soft white blouse tucked into a pair of fitted dark jeans, with a light cardigan draped over her shoulders. The outfit was plain and comfortable, yet it somehow made her look effortlessly beautiful. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, giving her a natural, unguarded charm that was even more striking than the glamour she had worn earlier.
His fists slowly clenched at his sides as he waited for her answer, his entire body tense.
Seconds stretched painfully long.
Sophia glanced down at the bouquet for a moment before lifting her eyes back to Neymar.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Davies,” she said gently. “I don’t have the same feelings for you.”
For a brief moment, silence fell between them.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Neymar’s face, the hopeful light in his eyes dimming slightly. But he quickly masked it with a polite smile, straightening his posture as he let out a quiet breath.
“It’s alright,” he said after a moment.
He shifted his weight slightly and gave her another easy smile.
“How about we have dinner together tonight?” he suggested.
As he spoke, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
“This is for you,” he said, holding it out to her. “It’s a gift I had specially designed by our designers. When I first saw it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
He opened the box.
Inside lay a delicate gold ring.
The design was delicate yet striking—thin golden lines weaving across each other in a graceful geometric pattern before merging smoothly into a single band. The intersecting lines formed an elegant silhouette, the fine gold strands catching the light beautifully.
And since it came from Neymar’s own brand, it was clearly extremely expensive.
He offered the box to her.
Sophia blinked in surprise.
For a second, she simply stared at the ring before raising her hand.
But instead of taking it, she gently pushed the box back toward him.
