Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 82

Ryan was about to stop Arwen from walking away like that, his hand already reaching out instinctively, but Delyth’s grip tightened on his arm, grounding him in place. "Ryan, the doctor …" Her voice trembled with barely concealed desperation, and her eyes glistened as if clinging to the last thread of hope she had left.

Ryan glanced down at her, and felt his resolve wavering. He hesitated, feeling caught between Delyth’s need and the cold finality of Arwen’s retreating figure. He remembered the promise he had given to Zeke — to always look after Delyth and be there whenever she needed him. And right now, she needs him the most.

"Please," Delyth whispered, her voice softer now and her vulnerability very clear in her tone. "I can’t do this alone. I can’t live without dance. Zeke has gone, and now I only have you. I need you by my side ."

Arwen slowed her pace briefly, hearing Delyth’s last words. Her lips lifted in a small, almost mocking smile as she shook her head at the ongoing drama. Without turning around, her words drifted back, calm and unwavering. "You two are truly a pair made in heaven. I should have realized this sooner. Pity it almost cost me my life and an eternity to understand it.

But now that I have learned my lesson, I won’t repeat the mistakes of the past."

Ryan watched as Arwen disappeared down the hallway. He shouldn’t feel anything, but for some reason, an emptiness settled in his chest, making him fear something he couldn’t quite understand.

But then Delyth’s grip anchored him in the present. He looked down at her, and she looked up at him with a sympathetic expression tinged with guilt.

"I am sorry, Ryan. I made Arwen misunderstand. I will explain it to her later. I am sure she will understand once she calms down," Delyth said, snapping Ryan back to reality. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

His face hardened as he gazed back in the direction Arwen had disappeared. "No need. There is nothing to explain to her. She is simply creating stories based on her own assumptions. Let her assume whatever she wants. It doesn’t make anything real, and sooner or later, she will understand that."

Delyth gritted. If Arwen’s assumptions couldn’t make anything real, then she would. Ryan, you will be mine sooner or later. I will make you realize we belong together, just as I made Arwen realize it.

Ryan looked away from Delyth before moving behind her. "Let’s go," he said, steering Delyth’s wheelchair toward Dr. Clark’s office, trying to ignore the hollow feeling that grew with every step.

"Who are you looking for?" a nurse suddenly asked when she saw them walking towards Dr. Clar’s cabin.

Delyth quickly responded, "We are looking for the doctor who sits in this room."

"Oh, but he already left. I saw him leaving earlier," the nurse said pausing on her way.

Delyth’s expression changed. "How can that be? I just got here after the nurse said that he would be coming today. I didn’t see him leaving?"

"Then you must been late. He did come earlier, but he left," the nurse explained.

But it only agitated Delyth. When she first heard about this highly skilled doctor, she had seen the end of her miseries. But now, with him gone, it felt like she was being pushed back into the abyss of helplessness she had grown to hate.