Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 187

As Ryan walked out, the expression on his face changed. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialled a number. And the call connected after just a few rings.

"Mr. Foster," the person on the other end greeted respectfully. "Do you have any other orders?"

"Yes," Ryan replied curtly before adding, his voice cold. "Investigate what happened exactly at Royal Grande on the 29th. I need to know every detail."

"Understood, Mr. Foster," the person on the call affirmed. "I will gather the information and share it with you soon."

Without another word, Ryan ended the call and strode off.

Meanwhile, back inside the room, Delyth’s carefully maintained facade shattered as soon as Ryan stepped out of the room. Her fists clenched, and with a frustrated growl, she grabbed a pillow from behind her and hurled it onto the floor. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

"Arghhhhh!" she screamed, thrashing her hands against the soft mattress. Her breath came in a sharp angry bursts as her composure dissolved completely.

"Ryan, why? Why are you doing this?" she cried, her voice trembling with both anger and despair. "Don’t you hate Arwen? Why are you falling for her now?"

Tears stung her gaze as she remembered how Ryan had come in and had served her his indifferent attitude. He had never acted so cold to her. At times, he had ignored her but even then as soon as she would make him realize that she was hurt, he would cater to her wishes.

But today, he was all about Arwen. He might not have explicitly spoken of his feelings, but in his eyes, she could clearly see —the desperation, the longing for Arwen.

Seeing her so drawn to Arwen was like a dagger twisting in her chest. She can’t bear it, no matter how much she tries to ignore it.

"No, Ryan," she whispered to herself, her tone chilling laced with malice. "I won’t let you get drawn to her. You are the only one left for me, and I will have you for myself."

Her fingers trembled as she began searching for her phone. Panic set in when she couldn’t find it immediately. She had forgotten that she had given it to Ryan earlier. After a frantic minute of searching her eyes landed on it on the side table. Grabbing it immediately, she dialled a number.

"Hello, it’s me," she said, as soon as the call got connected. "I need you to erase all the traces from that day. And you what else you have to do, right?"

The person on the other end of the call hesitated for a moment before replying with a quiet hum of affirmation.

When Delyth heard him hum, she said, her voice sharp, "Good, then I will leave it all on you."

Saying that, she hung up the call, her grip tightening around the phone. Although she has never thought that things would escalate to this point, she has still kept her preparations.

’Ryan, I know, what’s going on in your mind," Delyth spoke to herself, gritting. Her gaze burning with anger. "You want to abandon me and set things right with her? Over my dead body. I won’t let Arwen have you. Not now, not ever."