Deception in Love: A Game of Hidden Missions novel Chapter 9

A month later, we found ourselves sharing the same bed again.

To my surprise, Ryan did not utter any more irrational words; that night was unexpectedly calm.

The only thing that remained constant was his hand resting on my waist.

Despite several attempts to move it, it stayed there, so I resigned myself to it.

When I awoke in the morning and did not see Ryan, I almost believed it had all been a dream.

However, the sight of the milk by the bedside made me feel as though I had traveled back to the early years of our acquaintance.

Back then, Ryan had been unsure of how to express his affection to me. One morning, seeing me with a warm glass of milk, he had assumed it was my habit to drink it in the mornings.

From then on, he made it a point to prepare a cup for me every day. But this milk did not seem warm.

After all these years, Ryan might have forgotten these details. I stared at the milk, lost in thought, and quickly closed my eyes when I heard the door opening.

Peeking through half-closed eyelids, I saw Ryan take the cup away. It seemed I had been mistaken; it was for him.

I buried my head in the pillow, contemplating my departure.

Given Ryan’s erratic behavior the previous day, my chances of leaving smoothly seemed slim.

Staying by his side might be the more prudent choice.

Lost in thought, I suddenly heard Ryan’s gentle voice: “Are you awake?”

I turned to see him placing a steaming cup on the table.

The light behind him obscured his expression, but I imagined he was smiling with warmth in his eyes, reminiscent of a typical morning from years ago.

I asked how many times he had reheated the milk.

He replied twice.

I then asked why he did not wait for me to wake up before reheating it.

He said he wanted me to be able to drink it as soon as I woke up. I found it hard to understand Ryan.

“Do you remember what you did a few days ago?” I inquired.

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