Becoming Strangers Again by Lily

Chapter 149

RYAN

I was stuck, paralyzed by indecision regarding Maya, so I decided to confide in Lily about what was happening. Turning my seat to face her portrait on the wall, I stared at it as I listened to the phone ring in my ear.

I waited patiently for her to answer, but she didn't; the call went straight to voicemail. I kept trying to reach her, dialing her number repeatedly, until I eventually gave up, resigning myself to the notion that she might be caught up with work or dealing with some kind of emergency that required her immediate attention.

Turning my seat back towards the desk, I dropped my phone down beside me and reached for my laptop, mentally preparing myself to dive back into the overwhelming pile of work that awaited me. Just as I was about to get back to it, my phone began ringing. Glancing at the screen, I saw Lily's name flash before me, and an instant smile broke across my face, instantly lifting my spirits. The work on my laptop quickly became an afterthought, replaced by the anticipation of hearing her voice.

"Hey," I breathed out, answering the call as I leaned back into the soft embrace of my chair and casually crossed my feet. "Hope I didn't disrupt your work?" I would hate to be the reason she lost focus.

"No," she assured me, her voice warm and soft. "You didn't."

I was about to ask her how her day had been, eager to engage in lighthearted conversation, when I suddenly heard it an unmistakable male voice in the background. At first, it didn't bother me too much. "Who is that?" I asked. Someone else being in her office with her is an indication that I am really interrupting with her work and she only said what she said to make me feel better. "I thought you said I wasn't interrupting your work?" "That was Amell," she clarified, "and no, you didn't interrupt my work."

I frowned. Why is this Amell always around my wife? I trusted her completely and knew she would never cheat on me, but that didn't ease the discomfort I felt about this man being in her space so frequently, especially when I wasn't there to protect my interests. Feelings can grow when people spend time together.

"Ryan?" Lily called out softly, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. "Are you still there?"

I cleared my throat, attempting to compose myself. "Yes, I am," I replied, my jaw clenching as I struggled to breathe through the anger that was rising within me. "If he isn't there for work, then why is he in your office?" She remained silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. "He has some personal issues about his sister that he wants my input on."

were discussing his sister with him?" I asked, my tone

a doctor, Lily. Your phone is never on silent or vibrate, so how is it possible you didn't hear it ring?" Once again, she remained silent, the only

didn't hear it, and I'm truly sorry for that. But what I want to know is

at her question, realizing how far I had overstepped with my probing inquiries. "I'm sorry if my questions

wasn't directed at her. She was clearly upset with me, and continuing this conversation would likely lead to further misunderstandings. "I'm really sorry for what I said earlier, and I'll call you

For a moment, I thought she had ended the call, but then she spoke again. "Ryan?" she called out, and I

you too, and I'm sorry for

that, the call disconnected, leaving

hands down my face in frustration, I exhaled deeply, dropping my phone with a loud thud on the desk before I returned my attention to

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a long and taxing day at work, I made the decision to drop by the villa since Angelo hadn't been forthcoming with the information I needed. Pulling

I approached,

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice a frantic whisper, glancing

doing on my father's property? hissed, glaring at her. She glanced back again. "What?" taunted, a dark smile creeping onto my face. "You don't want mummy dearest

she reached forward to grab my hand, but I stepped away from her, my glare hardening. "Don't even think about touching me again," I warned, my voice low and menacing. "What are you doing here?" she gritted out, her tone sharp and defensive. "I should be getting a memo from the estate lawyer saying you're no longer selling the property, not having to deal with your face here." Who cared what she thought? "I'm here to see my father's mistress," I spat back, my words filled with bitterness. "I deserve to see the woman who warmed my father's bed while my mother was absent." Maya folded her arms, scoffing at my declaration. "Don't act as if you're any different from

to be kidding me," I

but cautious, and Maya stiffened at the sound. "Who do you have

or recognize me

see from that distance," Maya explained hastily.