บททั้งหมดของ Chasing My Runaway Bride: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Present time...Emma's POV My alarm went off, bringing me back from memory lane. I realized that I didn't sleep a wink for the whole night, just kept thinking about how we met and I didn't even realize that I was going to make the biggest mistake of my life. Shaking my head, I got ready and went to the office, or he would not hesitate to fire everyone on the staff; I could not let it happen to my colleagues, so I went to the office. When I stepped into the office that morning, the atmosphere felt suffocating. The familiar hum of the air conditioner, the muted conversations, and the clatter of keyboards all seemed like distant noises, buried beneath the heavy weight of what lay ahead. After six long years of avoiding Ryan and burying the memories and heartache, I was back in his world, and I was completely unprepared for it.Ryan, my husband...though I struggled not to even think of him in those terms anymore, was now my boss. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, I was to be his assis

Emma's POV The next coffee was met with an equally dissatisfied response. “The temperature’s all wrong. I like my coffee hot, not lukewarm.”By the third attempt, Kate was visibly trembling as she placed the cup in front of him. Ryan didn’t even bother to taste it this time. He simply sniffed the aroma and shook his head. “This isn’t what I asked for. Do it again.”What the hell! I watched as Kate’s hands shook while she retrieved the cup and left the room, her eyes wide with panic. It was clear she was terrified of making another mistake, knowing that Ryan’s temper was infamous.The fourth coffee was rejected for being “too strong,” and by the time Kate brought the fifth, she was a bundle of nerves. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and her hands were trembling so much that I feared she might drop the cup.As she walked towards Ryan’s desk, her foot caught on the edge of the rug, and she stumbled. The coffee cup tilted dangerously in her hands, and before I could react, the s

Emma's POV I shook my head, trying to regain some semblance of control. "You are highly mistaken. I have buried my past, Ryan. We can’t go back. Too much has happened, and we’re not the same people we used to be." He took a step closer, and I instinctively took another step back, but there was no escaping the intensity of his gaze. "Maybe we’re not the same, but that doesn’t mean this thing between us isn’t real. We owe it to ourselves to see where it could lead." He caressed my temple, my cheeks, and then his hand slid to my neck. I felt a pang of longing in my chest, a small part of me wanting to believe him, to let myself fall back into his arms and forget all the pain that had come between us. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t allow myself to be hurt again."I’m sorry, Ryan," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "I can’t do this. I won’t. I don't have anything for you in me now, I have moved on in my life." I said firmly. "Moved on? No way! With whom?" He raised his eyebrow with a ver

Emma's POV My son must have been waiting for my call, I had to go out. Just as I stood to grab my things, my phone started ringing. It was him—James.Shit!! My heart skipped a beat.God, I was late.He must’ve been waiting for my call. But with Ryan here, there was no way I could talk to James without him overhearing. Panic rose within me. I cut the call, knowing full well that it would upset James. He was already so upset. I had to get out of this suffocating office. Away from the man who had once again taken over my life.The phone buzzed again almost immediately, making me jump. Anxiety gnawed at my insides, and I pressed the reject button once more. James would be hurt, and the thought of it twisted the knife in my chest.Hell! He will be hurt like hell. I had to rush out of the room so that I could call him immediately.As I turned to leave, Ryan’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. “Where do you think you’re going?”“It’s lunchtime,” I replied coolly, not bothering to

Emma's POV I quickly ended the call with James, my heart pounding in my chest as I slipped the phone into my pocket. Ryan stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, but the tension radiating off him was almost palpable. He had heard enough—perhaps not everything, but enough to fuel whatever storm was brewing inside him.“Who was that?” His voice was deceptively calm, but his eyes betrayed the jealousy and anger simmering just beneath the surface." What is your problem?" " My problem is that my wife left me alone one fine day and after six years, when I found her, I got to know that she has someone, somewhere who she thinks is her lifeline. I want to know about her lifeline too." He said coming very close to me. I saw a dangerous glint in his eyes. Trying to keep my tone light, though my hands trembled slightly. “ There is nothing you need to worry about.”Ryan took another step closer, his eyes narrowing. “You think I’m stupid, don’t you? That I can’t see through your lies?”