Chapter 66 Should Ryan Take Responsibility?
“Hmm?” I looked up at him, startled.
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We were standing so close that my breath hitched, coming out in short, uneven bursts.
“Last night-” he began, his intense gaze locking on mine, making my cheeks flush and my whole body stiffen.
“Nothing happened last night!” I blurted out, instantly regretting it.
The way I rushed to defend myself only made me sound guilty.
I silently prayed Ryan didn’t remember anything.
Because if he did? Future interactions would be beyond awkward.
“Gabby, are you seriously trying to deny it?” Ryan raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully. “You totally took advantage of me, and now you’re pretending it didn’t happen?”
I nearly choked on my own breath, breaking into a fit of coughing.
Oh, great. So he did remember everything! But hold on–he was the one who kissed me. How was I the one taking advantage?
“When exactly did I take advantage of you?” I shot back, glaring. “You’re the one who-”
Just the memory of last night’s closeness made my face burn, half embarrassment and half with
anger.
He’d been drunk and reckless–I was the one who kept things under control!
“I’m the one who what?” Ryan took a deliberate step closer, his smirk growing as he backed me into
the door.
I retreated until I felt the cool wood press against my back. His face was now only inches from mine.
“Why’d you stop talking?” He murmured, leaning in, his lips brushing were so close to my ear.
I could feel his warm breath clearly, his warm breath sent shivers down my spine.
My knees felt like jelly. I could barely stay standing.
“I have urgent things to do,” I stammered, trying to steady myself. “So I’ll leave it at that!” I bit my lip and gathered my courage. “Let’s just forget about last night. You forget it, I’ll forget it!”
After all, this whole situation was way too complicated.
Something had shifted after that kiss.
I used to see Ryan was calm and collected, but now something was off about him.
“Forget it? You think it’s that easy to forget just because you say so?” His lips skimmed my earlobe, and a sharp shiver ran through me.
“Then–then what do you want?” I managed to croak, completely frozen.
Damn, this was too much.
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Chapter 60 Should #yen Taks Responsibty?
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How was anyone supposed to stay calm when faced with a guy this perfect? Especially since he was Vincent’s Uncle Ryan, and we’d just gone through the most absurd situation ever!
‘I don’t want anything specific,” Ryan replied, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rumble. “But I got drunk last night and did something I shouldn’t have. I should take responsibility.”
I wanted to crawl into a hole.
How did he remember every detail from when he was drunk? And what was this talk about responsibility? My divorce to Vincent hadn’t even been finalized yet–how was he planning to take responsibility?
“There’s no need for all that! I know you didn’t mean it,” You were drunk and probably thought I was someone else, right? It’s fine, I won’t hold it against you! Let’s just call it an accident and move on.” I pleaded.
“Who said I mistook you for someone else?” His expression suddenly darkened, his brows furrowing.
I froze.
Did he mean–he hadn’t mistaken me for anyone else? He knew exactly who he was kissing?
Oh god. That was way worse than him being confused.
Before I could process the full horror of it, Ryan shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Fine, we’ll do it your way,”
I let out a shaky sigh of relief, though I couldn’t help feeling a little conflicted.
He was probably just messing with me, right? There’s no way he actually wanted to remember last night. He probably wished it never happened just as much as I did..
After all, he already had someone he liked.
I was about to say something when a furious voice suddenly cut through the tension, “Gabrielle, are you seriously with Uncle Ryan?”
