"Fine, I'm leaving. You only know how to be mean to me."
Tossing those words over his shoulder, Ryan Sterling hurried out of the guest bedroom.
He left in such a rush! If anyone had taken a closer look, they would have seen the blush creeping up his cheeks.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Ryan Sterling was the one who'd been walked in on.
He returned to his bedroom, and it took him a long moment to compose himself before he raised a hand to his chest.
Then, a slow smile spread across his lips.
Evelyn Grant…
'She's finally mine.'
'She might just be living here for now, but moving out won't be so easy!'
'Getting married is easy; getting a divorce is hard.'
Suddenly, Ryan Sterling's phone rang.
It was a video call request from his good friend, Harry Quinn.
"Quick, let me see! Did Mr. Sterling, the man who dropped a 1.9 billion-dollar project and rushed back home for his childhood crush, finally get the girl?"
