UNWANTED DEVOTION

CHOOSING THE ONE

Title: A Little Update from Me

Well, cuties, I'm feeling much better now and ready to update more quickly from here on out. Thank you so much for your patience, cuties , also sorry to make you wait so much.

Glimpse of the previous chapter — I hope you haven't forgotten....

"I don't care. Come with me, or I'll take you in front of him," he said sternly, stepping back and leaving Helen breathless and bewildered.

Meanwhile, Ryan walked out of the college, his face set with determination as he planned something special just for her.

He stopped his car in front of a café, stepped inside, and a friend of his approached him with open arms. Ryan embraced him briefly, and the friend stepped back, grinning.

"What's the reason for this surprise visit?" he asked, still smiling.

"Oh, you guessed it right! It's a surprise. I want you to do something," Ryan replied with a playful wink.

The friend chuckled, shaking his head at Ryan's enthusiasm. "Want to have some coffee?"

Ryan quickly shook his head. "Nah, just bring me a cold drink and sit down. I need to tell you what I need you to do."

Let's start....( target 60+)

Helen sat in class, her heart still racing as she thought about the moment she had just spent with Ryan. Meanwhile, Aron sat beside her, tracing her beautiful face with his gaze.

"Helen...," Aron said softly. Helen quickly swallowed, turning her head to him, closing her eyes for a second, then opening them with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Come with me today. I want to show you something..." Aron said with a wide smile, looking at her with a loving gaze.

Helen shivered, her face going blank, but she unconsciously nodded her head. Aron quickly took her hand in his large one, holding it tightly. Helen turned her head to look at the board, but her mind was blank.

When class ended, it was time to leave. Aron grabbed his backpack and waited for Helen. She slowly picked up her bag, and they began walking outside together.

Meanwhile, Ryan stood in the parking lot, looking intently at the college building entrance, his foot tapping against the ground over and over.

Helen and Aron finally walked out, Aron chatting away while Helen gave short replies, lost in her thoughts.

Noticing something was wrong, Aron wanted to comfort her. He gently held her hand, and Helen quickly looked up, turning her head to face him.

Aron smiled brightly and winked. "You're looking ugly," Aron teased. Helen let out a small smile, a reply about to escape her lips when her eyes caught sight of someone else.

Ryan stood there silently, his eyes red with anger, his jaw clenching and unclenching, his hands forming fists so tightly that his nails dug into his own skin, leaving marks.

"What happened?" Aron asked curiously, noticing Helen's distant expression. Helen closed her eyes for a moment, then replied, "I'm just not feeling well..." In a swift motion, Aron pulled her closer, turning her toward him and placing a cool hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Finding it only a little warm, his concern deepened.

Without a word, Aron suddenly lifted her in a bridal hold and carried her toward his bike. Helen gasped at his sudden action, patting his chest again and again, asking him to let her down, but Aron didn't listen. He set her on the bike in front of him, her back against him. Taking his seat, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, resting his head against her shoulder.

Helen's eyes filled with tears as she felt Aron's heartbeat racing. Closing her eyes, she accepted his warmth, finding comfort in his embrace.

Aron placed a gentle kiss on her head and started the bike.

...

Ryan saw nothing but red, wanting to paint Helen's world with Aron's blood, to make her understand what happens when you choose anyone over Ryan Huster. His hands itched to make her pay, over and over, for rejecting him.

Ryan Huster was never a good guy, but he had played the role just for her, just to win her. But now, seeing her with someone else, he wanted nothing more than to make her suffer. Punching the hood of his car, he got in, revving the engine as he sped down the road. When he slammed the door upon entering the café, his friend, who was waiting to greet him, sensed immediately that something was wrong.

Ryan shouted angrily, throwing tables, kicking the red and white balloons, yanking down the sparkling strings that showered red rose petals over him each time.

In a final act of rage, he hurled the small, heart-shaped cake with the words "I love you, Helen" scrawled across it.

"I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU, HELEN! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANY OF THIS! YOU DESERVE NOTHING BUT HATE," he shouted, his voice shaking with fury.

"I WAS YOUR LOVE, WASN'T I? YOU WANTED ME TO LOVE YOU! THEN HOW DARE YOU GO WITH THAT BASTARD? HOW DARE YOU!" he continued to shout, breaking everything in sight.

His friend stood there, frozen, trembling in fear. He had never seen Ryan like this—not even the time when he killed a boy for insulting his mother.

"HELEN!" Ryan shouted at the ceiling, his red eyes glaring upward as a single tear, heavy with all his pent-up emotions, escaped down his face.

...

Aron parked the bike somewhere, his hand still resting on Helen's back, keeping her balanced. He stroked a lock of her long hair and whispered softly, "Helen..."

She hummed in response, her face still pressed into his chest.

"Let's go," Aron said as he got off the bike. Helen stared at him, then looked around, taking in their surroundings. Frowning, she looked back at Aron.

"Why...?" she asked, and Aron smiled before replying.

"How could I let you go without knowing you're well again?" Helen hummed in agreement, sliding off the bike. She walked over to him, gently taking his hand in hers. Smiling softly, she said, "Thank you."

Aron closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of her touch. When he opened them again, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Then, backing away just a bit, he slid his hand behind her leg and wrapped his other arm around her waist, picking her up once again.

"I can walk, you know," Helen said, playfully slapping Aron's arm.

"I know you can, but with me, you don't have to. I'm going to keep you close like this," Aron said, gazing into her eyes with a deep, tender look. Helen gently rested her head against his chest, content in his arms.

Without another word, Aron carried her into the hospital, holding her tightly, providing the comfort she needed.