Chapter 73: Chapter 73

Ryan’s POV

Lying down on my bed, I asked myself.

“Am I selfish and unfair?”

Terban was my first love. I studied in this school and accepted living in a boarding house with men because I wanted to see him. And yet, I didn’t expect to fall in love with another guy.

I caressed my forehead which Terban kissed last night.

“My heart hurt so much when he did that.”

Why? I was so sure that my heart belonged to Slyvester. Why am I feeling this way?

“Should I burn myself and die?”

No. Burning until death might be so painful.

“Then, drown myself?”

That is too… barbaric.

“Dying with gunshot might be the easiest way. But where will I buy a gun? If I look for an illegal seller, I’ll end up in jail. If I go to jail, I cannot eat fried chicken and coke anymore. Beer too.”

I shook my head to get rid of my silly thoughts.

“Damn imagination. I’m hungry.”

It was my plan to eat Pizza with Emily last night. But Giselle ruined my mood, and that’s why I went back home earlier than planned.

“I should have burned that woman instead.”

Last night after my dramatic encounter with Chaylen, I accidentally arrived at the event where they held a contest for handsome men. I was late and only reached the talent portion part.

“Is it about to finish?” I asked the person beside me.

“Yes. The last contestant played a piano,” Giselle answered.

We peered at each other and smiled awkwardly. She’s pretty, and it hurts to admit that. I stood straight and crossed my arms, and that was when I saw Slyvester stepping up on the stage.

“W-Why is he…”

I didn’t expect him to join that competition, and instead of feeling proud, I thought this so funny. What the hell! And when Slyvester met my eyes, I had a difficult time suppressing the laughter, so I bit my lower lip.

“You were an adopted child, weren't you?” Giselle asked.

I didn’t see anything bad in her statement. That was the truth. However, I knew that she said that with evil intentions. My brows furrowed as I looked back into her.

“Slyvester’s parents set him up to me because our marriage will help his family’s corporation. When I checked your background, I found out that you are an orphan. I don’t think you’ll get his parent’s approval, if ever. What a poor story. You guys love each other, that was so sad.”

Slyvester started to sing, but even if his voice was freaking good, I decided to leave the b*tch and stay away.

I wasn’t sad.

I left for her sake because if I didn’t, I might have pulled her hair.

“So, what if I am an orphan? It’s not a big deal. I am not a pathetic nerd who will get sad over that thing. I am a cool female lead,” I complained while on my bed.

If Slyvester’s parents can’t accept me because I am an orphan, that’s fine! I won’t marry them anyway. I’ll live with Slyvester and… wait. Speaking of wedding, I imagined Slyvester wearing a black tuxedo.

“He probably looks cool in it. Gosh.”

Then after the wedding, where will be the honeymoon?

I think Slyvester isn’t a shy person. Just now, he’s not awkward in terms of skinship. That means, during our honeymoon, he can be wild and…

“Crazy!” I sat up, cupping my burning cheeks. “Why am I imagining that scenario? We’re not a couple yet!”

And before we can be a couple, I need to fix things.

As if heaven heard my wish, someone knocked on my door. I stood up and opened the door, only to see Kyle. The first thing I noticed was the box in his hand, and next, his nervous gaze.

“H-Hi, Ryan. Can we talk? On the rooftop, please?”