Breaking Her at Thanksgiving
“Wait, you mean Ronan? Ronan Alvarez? The same one we all know?”
“Yes, Chris, you heard me very clearly,” Lewis answered hurriedly as he dug through drawers, his wardrobe, and even travelling bags, searching for something that made him uneasy.
Chris scoffed on the other end, surprise and disbelief in his voice. “How did all of that even happen? You said she didn’t even know him while you still had your fashion house.”
Lewis paused and stared at the phone like he wanted to jump through it and maybe punch Chris in the face.