The night air in Tokyo carried a distinct charm—a mix of cool city breeze, faint floral notes from cherry blossoms, and the distant hum of neon lights buzzing in the skyline.
The city was alive, but their suite?
Their suite was a private retreat, a world away from the buzzing metropolis.
And Ryan planned to make full use of it.
He was a patient man.
Well—debatable.
He was patient when it came to negotiating high-stakes divorce settlements. He was patient when waiting for the perfect moment to strike in an argument.
But when it came to Ava Lee?
Not a damn chance.
So, when Mei had successfully sabotaged his plans for alone time just now, Ryan decided—no more interruptions.
Tonight? He was winning.
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Unfortunately, first came the obligatory dinner with Mei and Harold.
