Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 230

Delyth’s expression cracked. She wanted to persuade him like before but he was simply not letting her. His cold and indifferent attitude was just making it more and more difficult for her.

"Ryan," she began, "I know I was wrong, but —"

"It’s alright," Before she could finish, Ryan interrupted her. He pulled up his hand to check the time on her watch. "You can take your time to decide. Anyway, the surgery has been arranged for the day after tomorrow. You can tell me once you have thought it through."

He said before putting his hand down. "I will leave now. I have a few more things to look after. Take your rest, I will visit you again later." Saying that, he turned to leave without any guilt.

But just when he was about to take a step away, Delyth held his hand, stopping him. But Ryan pried her hand off his arm, turning to her with a cold gaze. "I have a company to look after. Though I care for the promise I have given to Zeke, I am well aware of the words I have committed to him. And I don’t remember committing myself to you in any of words I have given to him."

Delyth was about to speak something but Ryan had already ignored her and turned to leave. Walking all his way, he stepped out of the room without much care.

Behind him, Delyth hurled a pillow off on the floor but except of venting on the lifeless objects, she had no other way to let go of her anger and frustration that was bubbling inside her because of his consistent failures.

While outside, Ryan walked out of the hospital before stopping his steps. His expression shifted. Maybe back inside, he didn’t react much, but only he knew how much Delyth’s words scared him.

It scared him when she pointed out prominently how Arwen might have started a life with the old man. He was losing his control over the fact that she had willingly given all right over her to someone else —that maybe in the future it wouldn’t be as easy for them as he was thinking it to be. But above all, he was scared that the old man would take advantage of her and the relationship they shared, making her do things that she wouldn’t be comfortable doing.

As those thoughts surfaced, his face paled and his fingers balled a fist, ready to smack the first thing he finds.

Frederick’s words resurfaced again. She has gone to Lustreé to get a wedding ring. Was that his idea? Or did that man make her do it?

Just the possibility of her being forced to make such a commitment made him furious. He no longer was able to hold his fury back. Raising his hands in the air, he smacked his fist hard on the pillar on the side. It bruised his skin pretty badly, but not a line of pain reflected on his expression. It was just the raw fury that he carried to destroy someone —someone who was daring to keep what was his away from him.

"He must have forced her," he concluded on his own. "Arwen would never give such a big commitment to someone she had known for over just one month or two. It must be that old jerk. I will destroy him if that’s what I have to do to wipe away his existence from Arwen’s life."

He promised himself, but little did he realize that he never held nor will be able to hold the capability to complete that promise. Not because he was underestimating Aiden, but because he was overestimating himself.