Chapter 147 Stay Away from Ryan
Summer gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes–cool, unreadable. “What’s the rush? Sit down, order a coffee. Let’s chat over a drink.”
I frowned, making no effort to hide my impatience. “I’m not here for coffee. If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”
She raised an eyebrow, her gaze slowly sweeping over me. Her tone stayed breezy, but there was an edge to it. “How about a latte? Maybe a cappuccino?”
“Tim pregnant,” I said calmly. “The baby just stabilized, so I’d rather not have any caffeine right now.”
Her smile froze instantly. She shot up from her seat, eyes wide in shock. “You’re pregnant?! Wait–is it your husband’s?”
Her reaction made me frown. What the hell?
“Of course,” I replied instinctively.
What kind of question was that? Ryan’s my husband–who else would the baby belong to?
Summer let out a bitter little laugh, derisive laugh, her eyes narrowing with a trace of scom. “You’re pregnant. and still all over Ryan like that. Seriously? Doesn’t that make you feel the least bit ashamed?”
I felt the irritation rise fast. What was she trying to imply? Ryan is my husband–who else would I be with?
I pressed my lips together, eyeing her more closely–and then it clicked. My voice turned flat. “Ms. Miller, don’t tell me the whole reason you invited me out today was to convince me to stay away from Ryan?”
Summer grinned; her smile laced with open provocation. “Looks like you’re not completely clueless after all.”
She leaned in across the table, her eyes sharp and unapologetic. “Yes. That’s exactly why I asked to meet. I want you to stay away from Ryan. Name your price–I don’t care what it takes.”
I let out a disbelieving laugh. Was she serious?
“If that’s all you wanted to talk about, then this conversation is over.” I stood up, not about to waste another second entertaining her nonsense.
I had honestly expected more from her. Maybe some bombshell truth, a secret worth chasing. But this? This was just pathetic. As I turned to go, she suddenly grabbed my wrist
“Gabrielle, wait!” Summer grabbed my wrist as I turned to leave, her voice urgent. “Why are you in such a hurry? You came here, which means you had your own reasons. Don’t tell me you don’t have questions for me”
I stopped mid–step, frowning
She wasn’t wrong. I had come here with questions.
For days, I’d been asking Ryan and everyone around him the same questions, but every time, they’d
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dodge or deflect. Like they were hiding something from me.
Ever since I lost my memory, nothing in my world has felt quite right.
And maybe just maybe–Summer really does know something
With that thought, I eased back into my chair and looked at her coolly
I slowly sat back down, keeping my gaze locked on hers. My voice was calm, cool. “If you’ve got something to say, then go ahead.”
Seeing me sit back down, Summer took her seat elegantly. “Let me order you a juice. Orange, okay?” “Whatever,” I said with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter.”
Soon, the server returned with her coffee and an orange juice for me. They also dropped off a tray of dainty desserts and finger snacks–none of which I had any interest in touching.
I got straight to the point. “Do you know someone named Vincent?”
Summer looked at me like I’d grown a second head, a cold smirk tugging at her lips. “What kind of question is that?” she said slowly. “Of all people, shouldn’t you know ncent best? You two are the closest in the world–and now you’re asking me about him?”
Her words hit me like a slap. Close to Vincent?
Sure, married couples are supposed to be closest to each other–but my husband is Ryan.
Tve been with Ryan for a long time. I’m even carrying his child. I love him.
So, what the actual hell is Summer trying to say?
My head started to spin. My thoughts crashed into each other, one after another, too fast to make sense of. I stared at her, completely shocked. “What do you mean? What do you know? Just tell me everything
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