Chapter 713
He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, his eyes bloodshot, but even that couldn’t take away from his youthful good looks.
I recognized him, but I acted like I didn’t. I spun around, heading straight for the elevator.
Suddenly, a strong arm clamped down on my wrist, holding me in a vice-like grip.
“You…” I snapped, yanking my hand free. “Ryan, don’t cross the line.”
I turned away and stepped into the elevator, not bothering to look back.
But Ryan wasn’t about to let me off that easy. He strode in after me, his long legs eating up the distance.
“You’re a married man, Ryan. Chasing after me like this—do you want your career to go up in flames?” I hissed, keeping my voice low as I warned him.
‘If he’s still living in a dream, someone really needs to snap him out of it,’ I thought to myself.
“It’s been six months,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. “I just wanted to see you.”
His eyes weren’t just bloodshot from lack of sleep—they were red from holding back his anger.
“What’s there to see? Did you tell your wife you were coming to see me?” I sneered, not giving him an inch.
“Vic, I…” Maybe it was the force of my words, but Ryan’s confidence wavered.
“Go home,” I said coldly.
My room was up on the top floor, all suites up here—pretty quiet, hardly anyone around.
I stepped out of the elevator, Ryan trailing right behind me. I was at my limit. “What do you want?” I snapped.
“Uncle Ryan’s here too. Did you two plan this?” Ryan sounded like he was about to break down.
“No, I’m here for work,” I replied, scanning the hallway.
If anyone saw me talking to Ryan out here in the hotel corridor, there’d be no way to talk my way out of it.
“Are you really going to be with him? Do you actually want to be my aunt-in-law?” Ryan stepped closer, his emotions boiling over.
“If you keep pestering me like this, maybe this is the perfect way to make you give up,” I warned him coldly.
“I won’t accept it,” Ryan snapped, his anger flaring up. “I won’t allow it.”
“Do you really think you get to decide who your elders marry?” I scoffed.
“As long as I say no, Uncle Ryan can’t marry you,” Ryan said, his voice heavy and grim. “Unless the Jennings family is ready for chaos.”
“You talk about love, but all I see is possessiveness and control,” I shot back, meeting his bloodshot eyes with an icy retort. “Ryan, you’re still just a kid. You treat me like some toy you can’t let go of, but I’m not something you can just mess around with.”
Ryan looked like he’d just been punched, stumbling back a couple steps and frantically shaking his head. “No, that’s not it, I swear. I’ve always been serious about you…”
“Give it a rest,” I cut him off. “You already admitted you came to me just because you thought it’d be fun. You know you’ll go along with the family arrangement anyway. If this is all just a game to you, haven’t you had enough? Messing around when you’re already married? People will tear you apart for that.” With that, I turned and headed for my room.
Ryan stood rooted to the spot, his breath coming in quick, ragged bursts.
I thought my words would be enough to finally bring him back to his senses.
But just as I swiped my card and tried to close the door behind me, a big hand slammed against it, stopping me.
The next moment, Ryan forced the door open and shoved his way inside.
“Are you crazy?” I snapped, absolutely furious as I shoved at him.
But Ryan was like a brick wall—he wouldn’t budge.
Suddenly, he tried to pull me into his arms.
I jerked away like he’d been touched with demon claws, every muscle in my body going rigid as I fought him off. “Ryan, please, just calm down.”