The Wrong Woman

Daniel stopped in his tracks and looked at Ryan, asking, "So, should I have forced her to choose between her mother and me?"

Ryan was at a loss for words. Making his ex-girlfriend choose while he couldn't give up his job did seem selfish. He suddenly understood Daniel's decision. "Do you love her that much? Even more than your job?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Is there no other way?"

"No."

"It's been a year. Are you sure she still likes you?"

Hearing Ryan's question, Daniel's expression darkened, uncertainty clouding his eyes.

Reading Daniel's thoughts from his expression, Ryan exclaimed, "You never discussed this with her, did you? Do you think quitting your job will fix everything?" "Not yet. I want to get her mother's approval first."

and patted his shoulder. "Don't be naive. After a year apart, she might not feel the same. Women nowadays are practical, and they can't stand loneliness. She's probably dated a

She no longer seemed like the shy, lively

his shoulder

whirlwind of thoughts, all centered on Sienna. He passed an old bakery and remembered how much she loved their handmade pastries. He stopped his car

walked in with the bag, his eyes scanning the

in the living room while

"Stop

"Left? Where did she

thanked us and said she didn't want to be a burden. She said some pleasantries but didn't

dashed upstairs, bursting into Sienna's room. It was spotless, with

his heart and a

his

Sienna, but the

through. After