I never expected Quentin to return to the house so soon.
His voice was cold and demanding. “Natalie, you’re not in Cloud City? Where did you go?”
Hearing the voice on the phone, Ryan raised an eyebrow, put down his documents, and walked over to wrap his arms around me.
I stiffened and yanked his wandering hands away. Annoyed, I asked Quentin, “Quentin, are you sick? What does my whereabouts
have to do with you?”
For once, Quentin was at a loss. He responded firmly, “I went home, and your stuff is still there. Is this what you call a breakup?
You’re really good at pretending. You keep talking about breaking up all the time. I don’t want to hear those words again.”
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Chapter 6
“Mmph!”
I glared at Ryan, who had just bit my lip after hearing the word “breakup.” Unbothered, he leaned in to kiss me again.
“What are you doing? What’s that noise?” Quentin asked urgently.
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I covered Ryan’s mouth and spoke into the phone, “Quentin, why are you calling? Just to check if I’m still in Cloud City? You were
never this free before.”
He replied impatiently, “Olivia somehow found out about this house and is insisting on coming over tomorrow. I already told the
housekeeper to start sorting through your things. You should come by and decide what to keep. Don’t blame me if something gets
thrown away by mistake.”
My expression darkened. I said flatly, “Got it.”
After hanging up, Ryan snatched my phone, smirking as he said mockingly, “You broke up but still have your ex’s number?”
I blinked and hugged his waist. “I forgot. I’m sorry, husband.”
He pushed me away slightly, his ears turning red as he stared at me. “That won’t work on me.”
I tested the waters. “Should I delete him now?”
Ryan nodded and handed me my phone. “Immediately.“”
Under his watchful eyes, I blocked Quentin’s phone number. Then, I scrolled through my feed and deleted all my past posts about
him.
Suddenly, a voice whispered in my ear, eerily soft, “Natalie, shouldn’t you make our relationship official?”
I turned to look at him.
His eyes were glued to my phone, but his face pretended to be indifferent.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, grabbed his hand, intertwined our fingers, and snapped a picture.
His eyes lit up as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
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