After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

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Chapter 221

He offered a slightly sheepish grin. “Call it a borderline compulsion. That floor was… genuinely distressing to my sensibilities.

“Then I entrust it to your capable hands,” I conceded, rising and stepping out to grant him space.

Ryan worked with surprising efficiency, swiftly restoring the floor’s shine and even giving my desk a thorough polish.

“What are your plans for getting home?” I inquired as he finished.

“Undecided. Likely brave the rush–hour bus gauntlet,” he replied with a wry twist of his lips.

“Ride back with me, then,” I offered.

Ryan’s face brightened perceptibly. “Thanks, Ms. Murphy. That’s incredibly kind.”

At seven, I navigated the evening traffic towards home, Ryan a quiet presence in the passenger seat.

A glance in the rearview mirror unexpectedly snagged on his reflection. His gaze held mine, and in that dim light, I saw a sudden, unfamiliar depth–a complexity absent in his usual sunlit clarity.

Seeking to diffuse the sudden charge, I ventured lightly, “Someone with your looks must surely have a girlfriend?”

rules are strict. Dating’s off

me.

he countered, a low undercurrent in his voice. “If anything, I lean towards

must buy considerable leeway, I imagine. A

said, a shadow momentarily darkening his features. “Aside from my grandfather, there’s not

your parents?” The question escaped before I could cage it, and I instantly regretted it, sensing I’d stumbled onto painful

Ryan said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “My mother… work consumes her. No time for me. It’s always

words feeling inadequate as I mentally kicked myself for probing the

the brief vulnerability shuttering behind a mask of resolute calm. “I’ll be graduating soon. I can hold my own in

on in years,” I said gently. “Make sure you earn enough

will,” he

flicked back to the mirror, meeting his gaze again. The depth I saw–that unsettling amalgam of solitude and a shadowed weight- felt jarringly incongruous

would inevitably fade from my

Iresignation

soon reached the complex’s underground garage. As I popped the trunk to retrieve my

foot, accompanied by high–pitched, frantic squeaks. In that instant, primal fear shot through me–every hair stood on end–and pure instinct screamed to find

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by my sudden, undignified scramble onto him. Instinctively, his

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