Love scars

Chapter 4

Ryan (pov)

There she is. Julian Crimson. Her face is devoid of emotion, a blank canvas upon which a myriad of thoughts and feelings could be painted. I recline against the chair, my gaze fixed upon her. She is breathtakingly beautiful, with delicate features and eyes that seem to hold a thousand secrets.

Yet, beneath her composed exterior, I sense a flicker of nervousness. Her hands tremble slightly, and her eyes dart around the room, as if searching for something or someone. She is confused, lost in a labyrinth of emotions and uncertainties.

Her eyes meet mine, and for a brief moment, a wave of shock runs through her . I still couldn't forget about that night . I couldn't forget her body , her curves , her eyes , her everything.

I stood up from the chair and headed straight towards her, my heart pounding in my chest. I missed her . Before I could open my mouth, she finally managed to speak.

"Can we talk for a minute?" she stated, her voice barely above a whisper. Without another glance, she turned and walked out of the room. Julian was freaking out beside me, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

As I followed her, I couldn't help but stare at her back. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silken waterfall, framing a face that was both beautiful and enigmatic. Her body moved with a grace and fluidity that was both alluring and heartbreaking.
I quickened my pace, desperate to catch up to her and find out what was on her mind.

I stepped into her office, a sanctuary of order and allure. Its walls were adorned with a kaleidoscope of colors, creating an atmosphere of warmth and vitality. A large window dominated one wall, offering a breathtaking vista of the bustling city below. I could imagine her perched at her desk, her gaze lost in the ever-changing panorama.

Bookshelves lined the walls, their spines adorned with titles that hinted at her intellectual pursuits. The air was infused with a faint fragrance, a tantalizing blend of florals and citrus that seemed to emanate from her very being. It was a room that spoke volumes about its occupant, a woman of taste, intelligence, and an undeniable presence.

Her voice, sharp and unexpected, shattered the tranquility of my thoughts. "What are you doing here?" Julian demanded, her brow furrowed, arms crossed defensively.

I met her gaze, as a smirk play on my lips. "What do you mean?" I drawled, my voice laced with amusement. Internally, i reveled in the anticipation of her reaction to my impending revelation.

"Why are you here?" Julian repeated, her voice tinged with impatience.

I simply stared at her, my silence pregnant with unspoken words. My gaze locked with hers, delving into the depths of her innocent eyes. A pang of guilt washed over me , an unfamiliar sensation that left me bewildered. Why should i feel remorse for her?what do I care ? I don't even know her.

Stupid . *Ryan you just made her pregnant.*

Yeah..what have I done?

Her eyes held a purity that made me question my intentions. Yet, i couldn't bring myself to break the silence, to shatter the illusion i had carefully constructed. I reveled in the tension, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

After a long silence, I finally broke the ice. "I came here to discuss our wedding," I stated, my voice barely above a whisper. I looked away from Julian, unable to bear the guilt that washed over me as I gazed into her eyes. I paced around the room, one hand buried deep in my pocket while the other idly browsed the bookshelves.

"What? Whose wedding?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with shock and confusion.

"Ours," I replied, turning to face her and pointing at both of us for emphasis. Her office was impressive, but it paled in comparison to mine-a fact that brought me little solace at that moment.