Chapter 128 Never Lie To Me
Ryan’s gaze darkened as he studied me, as if carefully weighing my words.
“Why are you suddenly so eager to go back to the Hudson estate?” His voice was low, laced with quiet scrutiny.
I met his eyes without hesitation, I’m your wife. Isn’t it natural for me to visit your family?”
His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, something unreadable flickered in his eyes–an emotion too complex to name. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just gave a subtle nod, offering no explanation.
My heart clenched slightly. A sense of unease crept in.
I could tell–Ryan didn’t want to take me back to Harborbrook. And more than that, he especially didn’t want to bring me to the Hudson estate.
I didn’t know why. But deep down, I had a feeling this had everything to do with Vincent.
That name lingered in my mind like a shadow, refusing to fade.
I had tried before–more than once–to get Ryan to tell me about my connection with Vincent, but he never gave me a straight answer. Instead, he always avoided the topic.
And I never pushed him. I wanted to believe that if Ryan was keeping something from me, it was for my own good.
But I refused to live in dark.
Something–some unseen force–was pushing me forward, leading me toward the truth.
And I had a feeling that once I set foot in Harborbrook, every secret would finally come to light.
We clinked our glasses again, and I could tell Ryan was already a little tipsy.
I hadn’t had a single drop, yet I still felt lightheaded–maybe it was the atmosphere, so warm, and, so
intoxicating.
Resting my chin on my hand, I gazed at him quietly, a strange tenderness stirring deep inside me.
“Can you tell me more about my grandma?” I asked softly. “I miss her so much-
Ryan went quiet for a few seconds, his expression softening.
“She loved you more than anything,” he murmured, his eyes distant, lost in memory, “When she got sick, you took care of her. You were there until the very end–you were the one who said goodbye.”
A lump formed in my throat, my vision blurring.
I had thought I had simply lost my memories. But now I realized–in those forgotten years, I had loved and grieved with everything I had.
And now, the person I loved the most was gone.
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Choking back a sob, I buried my face against Ryan’s chest, my voice muffled against him, “Pyan, I wish my family was still here-
He held me tighter, his warm lips brushing my temple. His voice was calm, steady–an anchor in the
storm.
“Gabby, I am your family. From now on, you’ll never be alone again.”
A sharp ache shot through my chest, my emotions tangling into something overwhelming.
He was right. Right now, Ryan was the only person I had left.
I sniffled softly, closing my eyes as I leaned into him, seeking confort in his embrace
“You’re the only person I can trust now-“I whispered. “I just hope you’ll never lie to me. That we’ll always be honest with each other.”
Ryan’s body tensed. His gaze darkened, unreadable.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then, without a word, he pulled me closer, his arms tightening around me. It felt like a promise. Or maybe a way to hide something.
I didn’t question him.
I just stayed there, wrapped in his warmth, letting myself believe–for now–that everything was okay.
Dinner ended, and we left the restaurant.
Ryan glanced at me with a gentle smile, “Do you want to go for a walk?”
The faint scent of alcohol clung on him, and I worried he had drunk too much. Shaking my head, I replied, “Let’s just go home and rest.”
The driver took us back to the villa.
Once inside, I insisted on helping him to the bedroom.
“Gabby, I’m not drunk,” Ryan said, dead serious.
I shot him a skeptical look. “Yeah, sure. I don’t believe you.” Hooking my arm around his, I stubbornly led him toward the room.
But just as we stepped inside, Ryan suddenly lost his balance–falling straight onto the bed.
And worse, he took me down with him!
“Ah!” I gasped as I landed right on top of him, my nose smushed against his firm chest
The scent of pinewood and whiskey filled my senses, wrapping around me like a spell.
Silence settled between us, thick and heavy. The air shifted, charged with something unspoken.
And in that moment–the tension became impossible to ignore.
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