Chapter 128


    Every time she said something like that,n found himself unable to resist her. More often than not,


    dinner would have to wait because he’d end up devouring her first.


    It was only in moments like thatn truly felt what happiness was. He now realized he’d once had


    this kind of bliss in his life, but he’d destroyed it with his own hands.


    Every time those memories resurfaced, a sharp pain stabbed relentlessly at his heart.


    Hunched over with a ghastly pale face, he looked at Ryker and said icily, “I’m not dead yet!” Ryker


    didn’t show any of the brotherly concern you might expect. Instead, a mischievous smirk yed on


    his lips. “You look half–dead to me. And besides, why should Ms. ra wait for you to kick the


    bucket? You’re not her man.”


    Ryker wasn’t the least bit offended. Hisughter was even more reckless and free–spirited. He


    rested his sweaty hands on his hips, oozing masculinity as he retorted, “Not sure if I’m all grown–


    up? Maybe I should check, huh?” He made a motion as if he were about to drop his trousers.


    “I won’t. Ms. ra’s whipped up some breakfast, and she’s waiting to eat with me,” Ryker shot


    back, tuggingn aside. Undern’s icy gaze, he punched in the door code.


    Upon opening the door, he called out cheerily, “Ms. ra, I’m back!”


    ra’s gentle voice carried from inside. “Wash up, breakfast is ready.”


    Hearing her voice,n felt a bitter taste rise in his throat, as if blood was about to spill out. He


    grabbed Ryker’s wrist, weakly calling into the house, “ra, my stomach… it hurts.”


    As he spoke, he slid down the door frame, copsing onto the floor. He’s so afraid that Ryker would


    shut the door and ra wouldn’t see him fall ill, that his hand was clung to the frame.


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    Ryker frowned down at him. “Jan, don’t y me like that, man. I didn’t even touch you. Don’t fake it


    with me.


    After givingn’s leg a few nudges with his foot, Ryker realized thatn had genuinely passed out.


    He immediately called into the house, “Ms. ra,n’s really out cold!”


    ra had been busy preparingforting oatmeal in the kitchen when she heard themotion.


    She immediately dashed out, findingn pale and drenched in a cold sweat,


    sumped at the doorway She knew he’d had a rough night and that his stomach adment was ring


    up. Yet, without a moments hesitation, she pulled out her phone and dialed Dawson Dawson, Mr.


    Hayes has copsed. He’s right outside my ce. You better get over here quick”


    Whenn regained consciousness, the only person by his side was Dawson. Lifting his head, he


    scanned the room but saw no sign of ra


    Dawson asked promptly. “Mr. Hayes, what are you looking for?”


    With a raspy voice tinged with the weakness that followed illness,n murmured, “Where is she?”


    Understanding dawned on Dawson, who replied, “Attorney ra called me and then went


    off to work


    His eyes darkened, and his voice grew colder “She left me lying at the door to go to work?