My Billionaire Best friend
I sighed, sitting down on the bed.
Ryder took my hand and pulled me up, guiding me towards the adjacent balcony of the room.
The city looked breathtakingly beautiful from the balcony, especially at night. I found myself mesmerized by the view, unable to hold back an appreciative "Wow."
I turned to face Ryder, noticing that he appeared lost in his own thoughts. "What's wrong, Ryder?" I asked, furrowing my brow in concern.
Ryder looked down at me, his grip on my hand tightening. He took a deep breath and finally spoke, "Bella, you're my best friend, and I like you."
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