It was obvious—this was Ryan’s idea, just to make me go back and beg him.
In the past, whenever he coaxed me and apologized, I’d make excuses for him in my heart.
For the first time, I went against his will, and he found it refreshing.
For someone like him, a spoiled Sir Ryan, when had he ever faced setbacks?
I sighed and began preparing the interview questions.
The next day, Ryan cheerfully told me he had arranged an extra day of leave for me.
Once again, making decisions for me without considering my opinion.
He can be very charming, but I’ve known him too long, and seen through him too well.
Beneath his wealthy, handsome exterior lies a rotten soul.
As I turned off the recorder, I stood up to leave.
Ryan looked pitiful, tugging at my sleeve,
"Claire, can we sit down and have a proper talk?"
I knew if we didn’t resolve things now, he would make more trouble for me later.
I glanced at my watch, "You have fifteen minutes."
He nodded obediently, just like when he promised to quit smoking and was caught sneaking cigarettes.
But after all this time, nothing really changed, and knowing him, it never would.
He always liked to push the blame onto others, never admitting his own faults.