Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
Eva let go of the car door handle and turned to look at the tall, well-dressed man standing in front of the luxury car.
“What favor?”
Andrew, with a meaningful look, glanced at his phone and spoke indifferently.
“Anthony just messaged me saying that Paul got drunk in the capital last night and still hasn’t woken up. Anthony is dealing with an urgent case and doesn’t have time to pick him up, so he asked me to go get him.”
Pausing for a moment, Andrew raised his slender fingers and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses up his nose.
“Coincidentally, I have to go to the branch office and don’t have time. I don’t know if you can help me bring him back?”
Eva’s expression froze slightly. She felt like anyone could help with this favor, but Andrew specifically asked her, which made her feel a bit unsure.
“Well..”
Eva hadn’t had a chance to refuse when Andrew had already sent her the address.
“Eva, could you do me a favor?” Andrew put away his phone, said ‘thanks,’ and then got into the car.
Looking at the luxury car speeding away, Eva stared at the address on her phone, standing still. Inside the car, Edith saw Eva hesitating and locked the car before rolling down the window.
“Eva, why don’t you go pick up my brother? Rosalyn and I will go see Ryan.”
“But…”
Before Eva finished speaking, Edith stepped on the gas and drove off.
These two siblings, they never even let people finish their sentences.
Watching the two luxury cars speeding away, Eva, who didn’t have a car in the capital, stomped her foot in anger…
“At least drop me off at the subway station!”
By the time Edith realized this and turned back, Eva was nowhere to be seen.
Rosalyn messaged her, asking where she was, and Eva quickly replied with an angry emoji, ignoring them afterwards.
“Great, I’ve offended my future sister-in-law.”
Rosalyn put down her phone and turned to Edith.
“How do you know Eva is your future sister-in-law?”
Edith, who was beautiful and glamorous, glanced at Rosalyn through the rearview mirror.
“Women’s intuition.”
Resting her elbow on the car window and supporting her chin with her palm, Rosalyn started to ponder.
Eva was her sister. If Eva married Paul, what should Andrew call Paul?
Lost in thought, the car quickly stopped at Ryan’s villa.
Ryan was still sitting in the flower garden, waiting for Rosalyn’s arrival.
When he saw Edith accompanying her, his expression stiffened slightly.
Unfazed, he led the two inside the living room and called Nora to make coffee and serve dessert for them.
After chatting in the living room for a while, Rosalyn felt a bit embarrassed and spoke up, “Ryan, you should know Miss Evans. She used to suffer from depression, but she has overcome it. I brought her here to see you.”
Rosalyn genuinely wanted to help him, and Ryan could sense her goodwill. When he looked at Edith, his expression wasn’t as cold anymore. “Miss Evans’ situation must be different from mine, right?”
After taking a sip of coffee, Edith composed herself and said gracefully, “If my situation was different from yours, I wouldn’t have come.”
It was precisely because they had gone through similar experiences that she was confident in persuading Ryan. But from the moment they entered, Ryan’s affectionate gaze never left Rosalyn. It seemed like he was even more deeply entrenched in his feelings than she was. No wonder he had fallen into severe depression.
Ryan didn’t really mind his own depression. It was just a matter of not being able to sleep at night and constantly thinking about dying. He would tough it out, but this was Rosalyn’s concern.
No matter what, he wouldn’t let her down. “So, does Miss Evans have any solutions?”
Edith nodded but didn’t answer him. She looked at the tea set placed in the distance and asked, “Does Mr. Collins still make tea?”
Ryan followed her gaze and glanced, saying, “Occasionally.”
Edith nodded again and fell silent.
This puzzled Ryan, who occasionally glanced at Rosalyn, who was eating dessert with her head down.
After she had visited yesterday, Ryan had slept an extra hour and had a happy dream. In that dream, he and Rosalyn fulfilled their childhood promise, got married, had children, and grew old together. When he woke up, Ryan looked at the moonlight outside the window and replaced the figure of himself in the dream with Andrew. Only then did he snap out of the dream.
Rosalyn noticed that Edith didn’t mention anything about the treatment plan. She glanced at her and received a reassuring look. Then she turned to Ryan and asked, “Mr. Collins, can you show me around your house?”
“Follow me.”
As Edith got up, she placed a hand on Rosalyn’s shoulder.
“Rosalyn, you didn’t eat much for breakfast. Have some dessert first.”
Rosalyn immediately understood and nodded. “Ryan, you take her. I’ll eat something to fill my stomach.”
Ryan’s lips curled slightly, a bitter expression on his face. “Tell Nora what you want to eat, don’t hesitate.”
Rosalyn obediently agreed and lowered her head to continue eating dessert. She didn’t dare to look up at Ryan. Compared to yesterday, she seemed unusually distant today.
Ryan, who observed this, seemed to have already guessed that she had argued with Andrew after leaving him and then made up. His expression couldn’t tell whether it was happiness or sadness.
He led Edith through the corridor and arrived at the backyard. Although it was summer, he had many flowers planted there. The hot breeze brought a pleasant floral scent.
Edith breathed in the scent and felt at ease. “Mr. Collins, the environment in your house is like a beautiful botanical garden!”
There were flowers everywhere, of various types and varieties, and it was evident that each one had been carefully tended 1. Even in the summer, they were thriving.
Ryan’s gentle and refined face gradually turned cold after leaving Rosalyn’s sight. “Miss Evans, if you have something to say, just say it.”
Seeing his sudden change, Edith raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t expect this to be your true nature.”
Ryan, sitting in the wheelchair, rested his elbows on the armrests and clasped his hands together. Then he raised his cold gaze to look at Edith, who was sitting under the umbrella. “I have never changed.”
