Chapter Two
The black Bentley slowly left the hotel, and in the back seat, Sofia Hamilton leaned against Ryan Gregory's shoulder, oblivious. Her pure white wedding dress contrasted with his black business suit, a pairing that looked exceptionally harmonious. She squinted her eyes; her long, curled eyelashes fluttered lightly with her breath. The quiet her—there was no mockery, coldness, or distance on her face…
Ryan clasped her hand in his, fingers intertwined, gripping tightly.
He knew, once she woke up, she would definitely be angry…
She would blame him, hate him…
But still, he did it! Because he simply couldn't stand the thought of her marrying someone else...
His pride was utterly defeated in front of her.
He sullenly thought to let her make her own decisions.
After all, Ryan Gregory never forced anyone.
Even though he thought this, he still held a faint hope.
Hope that the wedding would proceed without incident.
Hope that she would regret her decision...
