The Wrong Woman

Daniel stopped in his tracks and looked at Ryan, asking, "So, should I have forced her to choose between her mother and me?"

Ryan was at a loss for words. Making his ex-girlfriend choose while he couldn't give up his job did seem selfish. He suddenly understood Daniel's decision. "Do you love her that much? Even more than your job?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Is there no other way?"

"No."

"It's been a year. Are you sure she still likes you?"

Hearing Ryan's question, Daniel's expression darkened, uncertainty clouding his eyes.

Reading Daniel's thoughts from his expression, Ryan exclaimed, "You never discussed this with her, did you? Do you think quitting your job will fix everything?" "Not yet. I want to get her mother's approval first."

"Don't be naive. After a year apart, she might not feel the same. Women nowadays are practical, and they can't stand loneliness. She's probably

seemed like the shy, lively girl he remembered from a year ago. She didn't seem to

shoulder reassuringly. "Don't rush into

of thoughts, all centered on Sienna. He passed an old bakery and remembered how much she loved their handmade pastries. He stopped his car and

the bag, his eyes scanning

almost dinner time, and the family was chatting in the living room while waiting for everyone's return for the meal. After greeting them,

remarked calmly, "Stop looking. Sienna

Where did she

us and said she didn't want to be a burden. She said some pleasantries but didn't tell us

the pastries and dashed upstairs, bursting into Sienna's room. It was spotless, with no trace

throb in his heart and a spasm in his stomach. It was hard to

pulled out his phone and tried calling Sienna, but the call go through.