Third Person’s POV
“Slyvester, are you still mad at me?”
The wind blew. Ryan found it intoxicating that the wind always blows at crucial times. Is this the law of romance? She always sees this scene in the dramas she watched before.
“Sorry,” Slyvester said as he looked away.
There was a stitching pain as Ryan ogled his handsome side profile. If there’s one person who should apologize, Ryan thought it should be her.
“You’re not wrong for asking about Nikki. It was not out of line. I overreacted, and I think I should apologize for being so immature.”
Ryan bit her lower lip. She looked above. There was no moon and stars above.
‘At least there is no always pretty moon and stars in romance,’ Ryan laughed at this inwardly before she parted her lips and responded.
“No. Actually, after some thinking, I realized I was wrong at some part. Sorry, Slyv.”
“Hmmm.”
The two of them walked forward while watching Chaylen chase after Vincent. They weren’t finished yet.
