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Ryan still didn’t know Annabelle well enough. Would she be the type to give up halfway?
He had chosen her because she was ambitious and ruthless enough to stop at nothing to achieve her goals. Otherwise, he never would’ve sent a woman with such plain looks to Cameron’s side.
Now that Annabelle was pregnant, she sure as hell wasn’t going to let that chance slip away. Cameron’s troubles were only just beginning.
“Mr. Scott, should I reach out to Annabelle and give her a reminder?” Lilian asked softly.
“No,” Ryan replied. “I don’t want any contact with Annabelle before I confirm my
relationship with Cassandra. She isn’t easy to handle, and if she manages to get any leverage on me, that’ll be troublesome.”
“Understood.”
Ryan let out a laugh. “Cassandra and I won’t be going home tonight. If Cameron asks, just-” He paused for a moment. “Just tell him the truth.
Cassandra didn’t want to hear anything related to Cameron, so she took the dogs and wandered off to the flowerbeds.
The roadside flowerbed was filled with blooming roses. One of the dogs sniffed at them curiously but ended up being pricked by a thorn. He ran back to her pitifully, rubbing against her leg for comfort.
Then, Cassandra gently rubbed the spot on his nose that had been pricked. He instantly perked up and started bouncing around happily again.
After Snowball passed away, Cassandra was genuinely grateful for the three large dogs Ryan had brought home. Although she would never forget Snowball, they did help ease the pain of losing her.
Perhaps this was fate. What Ryan had intended as a chore–another way to torment her–had somehow ended up healing her instead.
“Aren’t you a little too big to be acting spoiled?” Ryan muttered with feigned annoyance as he ruffled the dog’s head.
Cassandra looked a bit awkward. “Are you done talking to your friend?”
“Why? Are you dying to know what we talked about?” Ryan countered.
At that, Cassandra shook her head immediately. ‘Nope. That’s grown–up talk, something we kids don’t care to hear.”
That was a classic jab. She was throwing his own words back at him.
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Ryan took a deep breath and clicked his tongue. “They’re having a fireworks show by the river tonight. Do you want to go watch?”
“Fireworks?” Cassandra asked. “Is today some kind of holiday?”
Cassandra thought for a second. It wasn’t New Year’s, nor was it Christmas. Why would there be fireworks out of nowhere?
“You didn’t get the date wrong, did you?” She frowned.
Ryan just gave her a mysterious smile. “If I say there are fireworks, then there will be fireworks.”
On the way to the river, Ryan sent a message to Lilian, and her reply came quickly. “Don’t worry, Mr. Scott. Everything’s been arranged.”
He locked his phone and tossed it aside, focusing on the road ahead. Cameron might have his roses, but he had fireworks. It was too bad no one would be around to admire those roses
tonight.
Cassandra eyed him suspiciously. “Mr. Scott, what exactly did Cameron message you about? Why do you look so smug?”
Ryan rubbed his face. “Do I?”
“You do. You look like your head’s filled with R–rated content… and don’t tell me it’s
something kinky!”
Ryan was in a good mood and didn’t mind teasing her. “Don’t look at me. Look at the view”
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