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On the other end of the line, Claire’s voice carried a clear trace of panic.
1-1 love Vincent, of course! We were forced apart back then. From beginning to end, he’s the only person I’ve ever loved
She sounded certain, but I could still catch a hint of unease in her voice.
She was very nervous–was it a quilt?
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I smirked and said slowly, “Alright then you’d better marry Vincent as soon as possible before things get complicated.”
Claire’s tone shot up to a near–scream, “Gabrielle! What’s that supposed to mean?”
I let out a casual chuckle, “Relax, don’t be so nervous. If you haven’t done anything wrong, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Before she could respond, I ended the call.
As the phone screen darkened, I leaned back in my chair, replaying Claire’s reaction in my mind.
She was acting too suspicious–was she really hiding something?
Not long after, my phone rang again.
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I glanced at the screen and saw that walked, Enjoy Reading!
I didn’t need to think twice–I already knew why she was calling. She was here to stand up for Claire again, ready to tear into me.
Sure enough, the moment I picked up, Jean’s voice hit me like a whip.
“Gabrielle! Are you deliberately trying to stress Claire out? She’s pregnant! Do you want her to
miscarry?”
Her voice was sharp, almost shrill–like I wasn’t her daughter, but her worst enemy.
A heavy feeling settled in my chest.
I’d already decided I’d never call her ‘Mom‘ again, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to waste my breath on
her now.
Taking a slow breath, I said coldly, “Jean, you and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. You have no right to throw a tantrum at me.”
Then, without another word, I hung up.
After ending the call, I exhaled deeply.
Too much had happened lately, and I was exhausted.
Leaning against the couch, I rubbed my temples before picking up my phone and sending Ryan a
message:
[Let me know when Grandpa wakes up.]
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His reply came almost instantly:
[Alright, don’t worry. Get some rest. I’ll go to Starlight Bay with you tomorrow.)
Staring at his message, I felt a faint warmth rise in my chest
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The next morning, my alarm went off right on time. I got up, got ready and stepped out of my room- only to see Ryan walking out at the same time.
Today, he was dressed in a simple black shirt and dark trousers. Tall and poised, he exuded an effortless elegance.
I smiled, “Good morning.”
“Morning.” His gaze flickered toward me, his voice steady, “Perfect timing–I’ll drive you to Starlight Bay. “I nodded instinctively, “Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.”
“Nothing about you is ever trouble,” His tone was casual. “So there’s no need to be so polite with me.”
My heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling a little warm.
Why did that sound–weirdly intimate?
Clearing my throat, I lowered my head to hide my unease and followed him to the garage.
Ryan reached the car first. Out of habit, I opened the back door to get in.
But he suddenly raised his hand to stop me and opened the front passenger door instead. “Sit in the front,” he said.
I froze, my heartbeat stumbling for no reason.
After a moment of hesitation, I slid into the passenger seat.
Just as I reached for my seatbelt, I realized the buckle was stuck.
I was about to adjust my position when, all of a sudden, a familiar presence leaned in close.
Ryan bent down slightly, his slender fingers grazing mine as he pulled the seatbelt free and secured it for me.
The space between us disappeared in an instant.
His breath brushed against my cheek–warm, steady, carrying a faint scent of cedarwood.
I froze, my pulse spiraling into chaos.
A subtle, unspoken tension filled the car, stretching the moment impossibly long.
And, for some reason, my mind flashed to a dream I had not too long ago.
In the dream, he and I had been wrapped around each other, tangled so tightly that there was no space left between us-
I snapped back to reality, discreetly pressing my nails into my palm to ground myself.
No. I couldn’t let myself get caught up in this.
I wanted to ask him if we were still keeping up this act–after all, with Vincent gone, there was no need
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I was afraid. Afraid I’d lose myself in this performance and forget how to walk away.
But just as I opened my mouth, Ryan suddenly turned his head–his lips brushing right against the comer of mine.
