Cassandra was startled. “Have you lost your mind.”
“Have I lost my mind? I should’ve lost it a long time ago!” Ryan turned his head and cursed
under his breath.
This was the first time Cassandra had ever seen Ryan lose his temper.
Before, even when the two of them bickered nonstop and were always at each other’s throats, he would still have that playful, teasing grin on his face. He was never like this. It was a little
scary.
Cassandra had never really thought of him as a man, exactly–not in that way. But at this moment, she realized just how frightening a man’s anger could be.
Ryan seemed to notice he had lost control too. He took a few deep breaths, forced himself to
calm down, and finally started the car again.
She asked quietly, “Where are you taking me?”
“My place.“.
“What?”
“If you stay in any hotel in Stokelle right now, Cameron could show up at your door in
minutes.”
Cassandra considered it and had to admit it was true. With Cameron’s power and connections, the moment she checked in anywhere, he would know.
Ryan continued, “If you really don’t want to see him, just stay at my place for a few days and lay low.”
“What about you? Are you going to stay there?”
He shot her a look. “There’s a guest room at my place. I’m not that desperate.”
She rolled her eyes. “I remember the things you said in the elevator just now. You can’t blame me for being cautious.”
“Desire is overrated.”
“Oh, come on. With a face and body like mine, what exactly is overrated?”
Ryan smirked. “Alright, maybe you’re not completely overrated. Just slightly.”
Ryan’s palace in Stokelle was a large open–plan apartment with a 270–degree panoramic view of the river and the distant estuary below. At the far end, the ocean stretched vast, and the glow of the setting sun looked like a layer of golden dust was sprinkled across the w
.. The
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location really was unbeatable.
At this point, Cassandra truly believed Ryan was the chairman of Westwood Hotel. A lawyer living off case commissions could never afford a place like this. Even if he worked ten
lifetimes, it wouldn’t happen.
“I’ll take the main bedroom. You can take the guest room. If you’re really worried, you can lock your door at night,” Ryan suggested.
Cassandra gave him a suspicious glance. “Are you that kind?”
He ignored her and went to the bar to make himself a cup of coffee. “Do you want some?”
She shook her head.
He took a light sip and spoke up. “I’m not actually kind. You can stay at my place, but not for free. You have to pay rent.”
That was fair.
Cassandra asked, “How much?”
Ryan frowned as he pondered. “Ten thousand dollars a day.”
“That’s daylight robbery!”
“Then, leave. Go stay at a hotel. Or just buy a ticket back to Hannover and wait for Cameron to catch you there.”
She snorted. “If he catches me, I’ll be thrown into bed the next second. And when that happens, you’ll be the unhappy one…”
Ryan’s hand shook, spilling coffee everywhere. It even splashed onto his pants. He set the cup aside, stood up, and went to the main bedroom. “I’m going to change.”
“It’s your place. Do what you want.”
“Oh, and I just remembered. Your lipstick stained my shirt. You owe me a new one,” he chimed.
When he was carrying Cassandra earlier, she had instinctively buried her face into his chest.
At home, she never really wore makeup, but she had specially put on a light look, including lipstick, for today’s interview.
She glanced at Ryan and saw a lipstick stain on the left side of his collar. “…Fine. Since you helped me, send me the link. I’ll buy you the exact one to replace it.”
Chapter 29
