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

Chapter 221

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.

escaped me.

his voice. “If anything, I lean

I imagine. A touch of rebellion probably doesn’t diminish

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

before I could cage it,

father died when I was seven,” Ryan said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “My mother… work consumes her. No time for me. It’s always been just Grandfather and

the words feeling inadequate as I

resolute calm. “I’ll be graduating soon. I can hold my own

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

I will,”

eyes 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 with his youth. A shiver traced my spine. The

image of Yvonne. Post–divorce, she too would inevitably

Iresignation

popped the trunk to retrieve my things, Ryan lingered nearby, his

squeaks. In that instant, primal fear shot through me–every

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undignified scramble onto him. Instinctively, his anime shot out, wrapping rakursy contror me clear off the

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