Chapter Twenty Two

There was no way I was telling my problems to a stranger—maybe not one but I wasn’t telling.

“Come on, there’s no need to bottle up those feelings. Tell me and I promise it won’t hurt your pride in telling me.” He coerced.

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So remember when I said I wasn’t going to say a damn word to Mr Ryan over here, well I was lying. A few minutes after persuading me and my stomach making its hunger known, which was embarrassing, I was sitting in one of the restaurants around the area with Ryan standing in the small queue waiting for the food I ordered.

My eyes roamed around the place and couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips with the homely design and warmth. Everything about this place was beautiful and they remind me of home.

“Hope you aren’t that hungry Gwen?” Ryan’s voice transported me from my thoughts. He just had his way of stopping me from thinking about my sad and bitter life.

I smiled, “I’m hungry but I’ll accept anything you could get.” I replied and his smile widened, show