Chapter Seventeen

The next morning, it was Jane's knock that woke Ryan up.

"I—we need to talk," she said.

He was confused and asked her, "Why? What is it this time?"

"I'm not here to cause trouble like the last time but to talk. So, can I come in?" She asked, and he let her in.

She began after they had sat on the bed. "First, I'd like to apologise for what I did the last time. I'm sorry. I wasn't myself that day."

He chuckled. "I've forgotten about that, honestly. I wasn't hurt by that. I've been through worse. Is that all you wanted to say?"

Her expression turned more serious. "If you claim you are not upset, then why do you keep doing this to me?"

But her utterance threw him into confusion.

"What are you talking about? I don't get it," he admitted.

"Have I ever done anything to you that justifies you constantly humiliating me, making me regret choosing you for this plan—which I already am?"

"You are not being clear. What do you mean by humiliating you? Why would I do that?" he scoffed.

"What’s the