Chapter 147 - Hundred And Forty Seven
Silence descended upon the room, heavy and suffocating. Ryan, his gaze fixed on the floor, felt the weight of Suzy’s words pressing down on him. He dismissed Davis with a curt nod, his voice barely a whisper, "Leave us."
The door clicked shut behind Davis, leaving them alone. Suzy, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions – anger, sadness, and a profound love – closed her eyes briefly, collecting her thoughts. "I hate you so much for keeping that from me, Ryan," she confessed, her voice a mere breath. "But my love for you supersede the hatred I felt."
The confession hung heavy in the air. Ryan looked at her, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Cassandra?" he whispered, the name heavy on his tongue.
She walked towards him, her steps hesitant, her heart pounding against her ribs. Her mind reeling " I also lied to you. I’m Suzy not Cassandra . I want to tell you so badly but it would ruin a lot of things."
Suzy took a deep breath, the truth finally out. "I Love You ," she said, her voice trembling. "I might still be angry, after all I’m human. I feel hurt too. But... but I can’t stay angry with you for so long. You’ve been punishing yourself for years, Ryan. You were just a child, caught in the crossfire of grown-up mistakes."
Tears welled up in his eyes. "I never blamed you for her death, Ryan," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I was just... so angry that you kept it from me. That you shut me out."
She reached out, gently cupping his face in her hands. Her fingers traced the lines of his jaw, the rough stubble of his beard, memorizing every detail. "How do you want to punish me, Ryan?" she asked softly, her voice husky. "What is my punishment?"
Ryan was speechless, his emotions swirling within him – shock, disbelief, happiness and a profound, overwhelming relief. He wanted to speak, to tell her how much her words meant to him, to confess his own love, but the words seemed to have deserted him.
Suzy, sensing his turmoil, leaned forward and straddled his lap, her body pressing against his. She gently took his hands, guiding them to rest on her hips. "I’m waiting, Ryan," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns in his hair. "Tell me what you want."