Gone To See The River Man の小説・ストーリー

"You can't stop being stupid, can you?" River laughed as he shrunk back just a little bit against the pillows. He looked down at me, his eyes softening into something sweet. "Hey, sweet angel. Don't cry. Your man is completely fine. See? Heart beating, lungs working, full of life." I didn't think about it. I just lunged forward and slapped his chest. Smack. "Ow!" River groaned, holding his hand over his shirt, but he was still smiling. "Debbs! I just came back from the dead!"

Rowan's words shattered my heart completely. I let out a bitter laugh, turned, and walked away without looking back. Someone once told me that promises were the most useless things in the world—what mattered was action. I never believed it before, but now, I did. I took a cab to the Rivers, planning to see Patrick and leave after that. Halfway there, I received a video call from Jeremy Harding. "Angela, look at the tulips by the side of the road—they're so beautiful. Coriland is amazing. Are you really not coming back?"

"River often talks about you." "Well, I hope that wasn't a bad conversation." The man's gaze flicked to River's rubbing of my hand on his arm. "That one will never end," River joked, making Luis Harington laugh again. "River once told me you were an amazing host," I said. "And he wasn't lying." The man in front of us smiled cheekily. "Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying this party." "Of course we'll enjoy it," River said.

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

Because of the mating bond, right? River noticed my subtle reaction and instantly paused. Following my gaze, he turned around to see several people staring at us, causing him to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. After a moment, he regained his composure and continued, “There’s a new movie coming out this week, and I was wondering if you’d like to go see it with me.” His invitation made me gasp with shock and disbelief, and then I covered my mouth but he had already heard it too. His stormy grey eyes creased with amusement as he dipped his hands in his jeans pocket, waiting for my response.

I want River! RIVER! I blinked as I saw them in the crowd flanked by two men. One I recognized as Hale from my video chats with River and pics they’ve sent me of their new family. I don’t know who the pierced and very tatted-up guy next to River is, but all three are looking right at the rogue and me, and there is rage in their eyes.

When did I become the kind of man who didn’t know that? “You good?” I blinked. River was watching me, head tilted slightly, curiosity written all over his face. “Fine,” I said flatly. Rain made a sound that might have been a laugh. “You don’t look fine.” I turned to face him fully, letting the ice settle back into my expression. “And you don’t look like someone who should be giving life advice while working side gigs at a nightclub.” His smile didn’t waver. “Touché. Rough day at the office, Hawthorne?”

Grey walked into the pack house, waded through the greetings of the omegas moving around, and preparing for dinner. He climbed up the stairs, and walked into the room. Maya was sitting on the bed, and she quickly stood up when she saw him. "You're back," she said, fidgeting with her fingers. "Yes," he replied. "You went to the river today?" He asked her, as he walked closer to her. She nodded. "I saw the man in the river and I could not stop myself from helping him. Please don't scold me," She pleaded.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

I never saw such a kind look in any man's eyes. “I'm happier you came back home, though,” River said. “Me too,” I said truthfully. “You have a beautiful son, by the way,” River said softly. I bit my lip and looked away. “Thanks.” The song stopped. River stared at me with this expression that I didn't understand. River opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped. A loud, fast song started. It was Honky Tonk Stomp by Brooks and Dunn. River’s eyes flashed with amusement.