Chapter 133 Do You Like Her, Ryan?
Ryan’s gaze lingered on the photo frame, a faint smirk playing at the comer of his lips, “ust an old acquaintance.”
I raised a brow, teasing, “What kind of old acquaintance? Don’t tell me–was she your childhood crush?”
For a split second, Ryan hesitated, as if I had struck a nerve. But he quickly masked it, his voice steady, “Her name is Isla Miller, She was my childhood playmate. But she went missing when we were vi and no one has seen her since.”
“Isla Miller?” The name didn’t ring a bell, yet for some reason, something about it felt strangely familiar
Casually, I asked, “She’s also a Miller? Any relation to Summer Miller?
Ryan’s gaze flickered slightly before he answered, his tone calm, “Isla was the Miller’s biological daughter, but unfortunately, after years of searching with no results, they eventually adopted
Summer.”
I suddenly understood and nodded. Then, out of curiosity, I joked, “You seem to remember her quite well… Don’t tell me you actually liked her?”
I mean, come on–after all these years, he still had her photo in his bedroom. No matter how I looked at it, this Isla Miller didn’t seem like just an ordinary childhood friend.
Ryan looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled playfully, his tone laced with amusement, “Gabby, are you jealous?”
I froze for a second, then quickly turned my face away, heat creeping up my neck, “Of course not!! don’t even know Isla, why would I be jealous? Besides, the girl in the picture looks like a kid. I’m about to compete with a childhood memory.”
Even as I said it, I couldn’t shake the thought. We were married, yet he still kept a photo of her in our room–Was he really sure there were no lingering feelings?
Ryan chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned in, his hands cupping my face. His voice was gentle and coaxing, “Don’t overthink it. I’m not interested in anyone else–I only want you.”
My breath caught, my pulse hammering. His words hit me straight in the chest.
This man–Why did he suddenly confess like that?
Forcing myself to stay calm, I met his gaze and smirked, “But seriously–don’t you think Isla’s eyes look a little like mine? Are you sure you didn’t marry me because I remind you of her?”
Ryan blinked, momentarily stunned, then let out a laugh. He flicked my nose playfully, his tone both indulgent and firm, “What nonsense are you talking about? To me, you’re one of a kind.”
His gaze was deep, his words even deeper.
I cleared my throat, pretending not to be affected, “Ryan, when did you get so good at sweet–talking?”
His lips curved into an easy smile, warmth flickering in his eyes, “It just happen when I’m with you, the words just come naturally.”
< Chapter 133 Do You Like Her Ryan?
My breath hitched, and my heart was racing again.
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*Stop sweet–talking me. You must have used these tricks on other women before, right?” scoffed, rolling my eyes at him.
Ryan didn’t even flinch, “Only on you.”
I narrowed my eyes and stared at him, suspicious, Then how are you so good at it?”
He shrugged, his tone matter–of–fact, “Self–taught.”
I gaped at him, speechless. Just as I opened my mouth to fire back, he suddenly leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against my cheek. His eyes glinting with mischief as he whispered, “Gabby, so- do you like it when I’m like this?”
I widened my eyes, my mind blank.
Before I could even react, his lips inched closer and closer–so close that I could almost feel his warmth.
My breath hitched, and my heart–once again–went completely off the rails.
