Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 170

Chapter 169

Hamilton had been loitering outside until Ryan left.

Ryan didn't stay long, just long enough to grab a bite and have a cup of tea.

He had wanted to stay longer.

Just that evening, he'd made it official with Natalia, and the reality of it hadn't quite sunk in yet.

Only when he was with her did he feel truly grounded.

But this was Scarlett's house, and as a man, he felt somewhat out of place.

Natalia had intended to drive Ryan back to his hotel.

But Ryan had declined.

Hamilton was still around, just standing downstairs. If Natalia went to see Ryan off, it would inevitably mean another encounter with Hamilton.

Previously, Ryan might not have had a say.

But now, Natalia was his girlfriend, fair and square.

He naturally didn't want his girlfriend hassled by another man.

"I'll call you when I get to the hotel."

"Alright."

As Ryan descended the stairs, he saw Hamilton, standing still as a statue, a thin layer of snow dusting his shoulders.

Upon seeing Ryan emerge, Hamilton let out a scornful chuckle.

"How does it feel, Mr. Holzer, to be used as a human shield?"

Ryan's eyes sparkled with a pleasant warmth.

"Mr. Fowler, jealousy is an unattractive trait."

Hamilton snorted and bent his head to light a cigarette.

"Want one?"

Ryan shook his head.

"I don't smoke, and Natalia doesn't like the smell of it."

Hamilton scoffed, "Really? She never complained about my smoking when we were together."

let out

complaining doesn't mean liking, Hamilton. Do you even

left speechless, his face

think you know, Mr. Holzer? Don't forget, I'm the one who lived with her for three years."

years was

to linger on that with Hamilton. What

focus on

"Goodbye, Mr. Fowler."

only scoff, his eyes brimming

for the day you get

Ryan left, Hamilton too

probably

he was doomed not to see

most families were

His phone kept ringing.

him, but he

of the road,

never

was as if someone had brutally scooped out something

dialed Natalia's number, only to be reminded by the mechanical voice on the other end

surge of irritation welled up

did have a work phone, but he

wouldn't

WhatsApp, considering

the long string of unread messages, he felt it

sent

this slide.] [Think about it. What

limit my contact

the last message was sent, he

not friends with the recipient. Please send a

almost

the phone aside,

go

had spiraled out of control, starting the

regardless of her crying,

rose from deep within, urging him to take what he wanted without

of how she chose or whether she wanted

that wouldn't work, that it would only push her

Hamilton slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the horn blaring into

the car when his phone buzzed with

it was Natalia, but

tried

Hamilton's brow furrowed deeply.

he could reply, a call came in. It was

answered with

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