The Contracted Son-in-law

Chapter Fourty-one

Days had passed, and the tension in the mansion had thickened like a storm cloud refusing to break. The silence between Ryan and Jane was a heavy weight pressing down on both of them. She had stopped talking to him, shutting him out even when he tried to bridge the silence.

Frustration brewed inside her, all because he had ignored her suggestion—a solution she had believed would spare them both from the endless whispers and judgemental glances, because the humiliation had grown so unbearable that that now kept her from stepping outside.

But eventually, she reached her breaking point.

On Lauren’s advice, she decided it was time to talk things out with him, to finally get him to see things her way.

When he opened the door in response to her knock, he was surprised to see her standing there.

“Well, well,” he teased, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Who do we have here?” He raised his brows with a playful smirk.

"Or did you knock on the wrong door?"

She shot him a hard look. “E