Chapter Two
When Ryan came out, she was already asleep.
He sat beside her, gazing at her deep in slumber, and the coldness between his brows gradually dissipated.
"If I could, how I wish I weren't Ryan Gregory so that I could protect you and love you without any reservations."
He murmured lowly, a hint of bitterness flashing through his eyes.
Because he bore the Gregory surname, some things were beyond his control, leaving him no choice.
Like his marriage.
He clearly had no feelings for Regina Brown, yet he had to maintain this marriage.
Ryan's brows furrowed as he looked at Sofia's hand and silently took it in his.
Gazing at her pale, delicate fingers, he suddenly remembered something, bent down to retrieve a ring from the drawer, and slipped it onto her finger.
It was their wedding ring, the one he had personally put on her finger and personally recovered.
