Writers POV
Ryan, holding Eliza’s hand, dragged her out of Angela’s hospital room with a very angry look on his face.
"Ryan, stop. Don’t you think that was a little bit harsh?” Eliza whispered, causing Ryan to abruptly stop and look at her.
“Would you prefer if I went back in time and promised her that I would marry her?” He asked with a cold expression.
“Noo, I...” she started, but Ryan dragged her out of the hospital and into his car, not even giving her the chance to complete her statement.
“I am sorry; I just felt bad for her,” Eliza said as she looked down.
“But it does not mean I want to lose you to her."
“I know”
"Crazy, how those things happened to her?" Eliza said, and Ryan drove her home.
“Crazy how fifty percent of her words were lies,” he laughed, causing Eliza to loo
