บททั้งหมดของ The return of the rebellious bride.: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

"It's lunchtime, let's go."Ivy was fumbling around for her phone charger when his voice rang out. She looked up to see Ryan standing there leisurely, his eyes expectant. Strange. Wasn’t it supposed to be Ivy who had to make the first move before he would concede? Yet, despite his bold declarations earlier, he was now doing the exact opposite. A complete slap in the face, no doubt.Ryan was trying to act like those male leads in romance novels. Did he think that made him cool? Ridiculous—so ridiculous she could barely hold back her laughter. These guys always put on a show, trying to look impressive, but they never stopped to consider whether their target actually liked it or not. Ivy didn't want to say it out loud and hurt Ryan’s feelings, but honestly, his style wasn’t doing it for her at all.And why was he suddenly inviting her to lunch? Ah, right. He must have heard from Mason about his supposed romantic rival, and now he felt threatened. If he let her go even for a moment, she m

Think, Ivy, think. It was her go-to mantra whenever she found herself cornered. It didn’t always work like magic, but at the very least, it kept her grounded. Sometimes, it helped her avoid awkward situations; other times, it allowed her to keep her emotions in check before they spiraled out of control. She needed to analyze this situation carefully, breaking it down layer by layer. She had to assess the severity of the issue and determine who was in the wrong. Ivy had no intention of offending either man, but if she had to call someone out, it was clear that Ryan was out of line. How dare he act so rudely? Putting her in such an awkward position—it was all his fault. Ryan Blake deserved to be punished.But was that the right move? Would he admit his mistake, or would he stubbornly fight back? It was hard to tell, and the headache was already creeping in.The silence stretched on, and if she didn’t step in soon, this entire situation would become a ridiculous spectacle for passersby.

Both Ivy and Luke stared at Ryan, waiting for his answer. Ivy neither approved nor was particularly eager for Ryan to accept the invitation. Objectively speaking, this situation wasn’t enjoyable in the slightest. She could already picture how tense the dinner would be—uncomfortable, impossible to swallow, and certainly not appetizing when forced to share a table with both Ryan and Luke. She was sure both men were intelligent enough to realize this as well.In truth, Ivy was simply curious about how Ryan would handle this tricky dilemma. It was a difficult yet amusing puzzle, at least from her perspective, since it allowed her to avoid choosing between the two men without hesitation. In this case, she hoped Ryan would decline the invitation—that would be the perfect outcome. But she had her doubts. Someone like Ryan, who lived and died by his pride and always fought to get what he wanted, wouldn’t just back down so easily. Still, he had his own sense of dignity; he wouldn’t necessarily

Romantic relationships between two people are already complicated; adding a third person only doubles the trouble—sometimes even triples or quadruples it. Not everyone is happy being at the center of a love triangle, and Ivy was the perfect example of that.Her life had been completely turned upside down ever since Luke and Ryan appeared. The peaceful years she had once enjoyed vanished without a trace. Please, someone, bring them back.A week had passed in the blink of an eye. Time moved fast, yet for Ivy, it crawled by unbearably slowly. For seven exhausting days, she had been tormented by the constant attention of two persistent men. Luke wouldn’t stop texting, inviting her to dinner, movies, or casual outings, while Ryan Blake appeared before her at every turn, relentlessly showering her with flirtatious remarks that were both dull and overly sentimental.Dealing with both of them made her feel conflicted, guilty, restless, and filled with an inescapable sense of unease.All these

Jena had just stepped out of her workplace when Ryan pulled up. From a distance, he had already spotted her. Her bold, striking outfit caught the attention of many, not just Ryan. Without hesitation, he jumped out of his car and rushed over before she could speed off on her motorcycle."Hey, Jena!" Ryan’s voice rang out clearly amidst the bustling surroundings.Just as she was about to mount her bike, Jena heard someone call her name. She turned her head, her eyebrows slightly raised behind her helmet’s visor, uncertain about the man approaching her.One, two, three seconds later, Ryan stood right in front of her."You're Jena, right?" he asked, still catching his breath. "Ivy’s friend— Ivy Green."What kind of weird question was that? He clearly knew who she was, yet he still needed confirmation? Was Ryan just overly cautious, or what? Then again, making sure you had the right person wasn't entirely unnecessary. After all, the world wasn’t short of people who looked or dressed alike,