Chapter 3: The Invitation
“I see. It has been a long time for us to meet. Don’t you remember me?” Ryes asked me as I was looking at him. I mean, how come I could forget this man if he was asking that question. His dark hair like midnight. His high cheekbones. His straight, aristocratic nose. His gleaming electric blue eyes. I think I would remember him but I was drawing a blank right now. I shook my head before Ryes was smiling at him. “Well, I did change over the past years. Would you like to—“ Ryes was unable to finish his sentence when I was holding my hand and I was fishing my phone out from my handbag. I saw that it was the solicitor’s number before I was answering the phone call. I smiled weakly at Ryes before he allowed me to talk with my lawyer. “Hello?” I asked as I was holding the phone to my ear
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