Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 128

Daniel was dumbfounded. He thought he might have misheard, but when Ryan repeated his question, the realization struck him —he hadn’t imagined it. Ryan had indeed asked him, in all seriousness, why Arwen had blocked him.

"Really?" Daniel asked, mockery laced with amusement coloring his voice. "You asked me here for this?"

Ryan was already feeling unsettled inside. And when he heard Daniel taunting him, his patience snapped. "Daniel, I asked you if you knew Arwen had blocked me. If you do, tell me why?"

Daniel stared at Ryan for a long moment before pinching the space between his brows and shaking his head. "Ryan, I have had enough of this already. Stop involving me in your personal mess. If this has nothing to do with work, I will take my leave. I have actual tasks waiting and don’t have time for your delusions." He paused, watching Ryan’s stony expression, then turned on his heel to leave.

As he reached the door, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder. "Ryan, I have given you enough advice, But here is one last piece —accept the reality soon if you want to keep your sanity. Whirling around your delusions can’t take you a long way. It will only make things worse for you."

With that, Daniel stepped out, closing the door firmly behind him.

The weight of his words settled over Ryan. His gaze drifted to his computer screen, where new posts and comments were rolling in. Several pictures and clips of him with Delyth were being posted as evidence of his apparent devotion to her, dissected and interpreted for all to see.

All of it was unsettling to see. He hadn’t intended it to look this way, but he couldn’t deny how easy it must have been for people to misinterpret his actions. How did he not realize this before? His jaws tightened. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

"No, I can’t let this go any further. This has to stop," he muttered to himself as e picked up his phone to call the PR department. But before he could even dial, an incoming call from his mother, appeared on the screen.

Frowning, he answered the call. "Mom!"

"Ryan," Beca’s tone was sharp and biting, "get back home. Now!" Without giving him any chance to respond or refuse, she then hung up the call.

Ryan stared at his phone, still frowning. His fingers tightened around the sleek piece before he dialled the number her had decided to before Beca’s call entered. Once the call was answered, he spoke in a low, clipped tone, "I want you to stop the posts circulating online. Erase every thread, every clip, every image —immediately. I don’t care what it takes, just make them disappear."

There was a pause on the other end as if they were trying to process the severity or the possibility of executing the order. After a few seconds of pause, a hesitant voice came. "Sir, I don’t think, it’s now possible. Everything has escalated to the point that we can no longer control it."