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Ryan stared at me, his eyes frighteningly cold, as if he wanted to devour me in one bite.
My words probably reminded him of the past when he gave up everything for me, and I cruelly abandoned him for money.
My stomach was in severe pain, and I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I turned to leave, but suddenly felt light on my feet, leaving the ground. The next second, Ryan had me slung over his shoulder.
Like a bandit kidnapping a woman, he carried me out of the private room with a cigarette
in his mouth.
Everyone turned to look. I struggled desperately, telling Ryan to put me down.
He raised his hand and smacked my bottom, scolding me: “Lily, I must have owed you in my past life for you to torment me like this in this one!”
He threw me into the car, leaned over to pin down my legs, and grabbed my face, cursing viciously: “Sometimes, I really want to kill you.”
His expression looked like he hated me to the core, but his eyes always seemed to be telling me that he still loved me.
My stomach was hurting so badly that I couldn’t speak, sweating coldly as I glared at him.
Ryan frowned slightly, opened the car’s glove compartment, took out a stomach pill, and shoved it into my
mouth.
I saw in the corner of the compartment my old lipstick that I had used up but couldn’t bear to throw away, broken hair ties I had used, and the childish pink hairpin Ryan had bought for me long ago…
That compartment held everything about me accompanying Ryan for a long time in the days after I left.
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My tears suddenly fell. I turned my head, quickly wiping them away with my hand before Ryan could see.
After all these years, he still remembered that I had a weak stomach. Even when I wasn’t around, he was still in the habit of keeping pain relief medicine ready for me.
But I hardened my heart and used all my strength to push him away forcefully.
I forced myself to smile at him, saying: “Ryan, stop pestering me, okay? The way you cling to me is really annoying!”
“You probably don’t know yet, but I’ve already been married and had a child…”
“Do you still want to get back together with me? Ryan, don’t be so pathetic.”
He stumbled back two steps from my push, frozen in place.
As I was about to get up and leave, he suddenly reached out, pinned me to the car, gripped my neck, and said through gritted teeth with a trembling voice: “Lily, I don’t believe you.”
“You’d better tell me you’re fucking joking, or I’ll definitely kill you.”
I looked straight into his eyes and calmly said: “Fine, I’ll prove it to you.”
I took Ryan to the children’s hospital. At 9 PM the lights in the inpatient department were still on.
Standing outside the ward, I pointed through the glass at the child quietly reading a book inside and told Ryan: “That’s my child.”
The child’s name was Tommy. He was my most beloved little darling.
He looked a lot like me, but his personality was like Ryan’s – very considerate, gentle, and a bit domineering, with a stubborn look in his eyes.
He had inherited all of Ryan’s good qualities. He was such a good child.
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The child’s name was Tommy. He was my most beloved little darling.
He looked a lot like me, but his personality was like Ryan’s – very considerate, gentle, and a bit domineering, with a stubborn look in his eyes.
He had inherited all of Ryan’s good qualities. He was such a good child.
But he was sick. Almost six years old, he was thin and small, yet so well–behaved it broke
one’s heart.
Ryan stared at the child for a very long time, then clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the wall.
He lowered his head, seeming to drop a tear. had never seen him look so devastated.
The last thing Ryan said to me that night was: “Lily, you’ve got guts.”
He didn’t ask who the child’s father was.
Nor did he recognize that the child was his own.
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