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."

she might not feel the same. Women nowadays

heart tightening painfully. He recalled seeing Sienna and Dominic laughing and flirting at the wedding. She no longer seemed like the shy, lively girl he remembered from

and patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Don't rush into

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

walked in with the bag, his eyes scanning

room while waiting for everyone's

"Stop looking.

paused. "Left? Where did

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

the pastries and dashed upstairs, bursting into Sienna's room. It was spotless, with

his fists, feeling a painful throb in his heart and a spasm in his

the call