A Life Debt Repaid

A Life Debt Repaid Chapter 1491-Quinn replied, “I’m calm, and- “Then date me for six months!” Ryan snapped stubbornly,
cutting her short. “I don’t believe that you’d really love Sam instead of me. You’re just spiteful that I left you at the altar, and you
want revenge. If that’s not the case, date me for six months, and if you still don’t fall for me in that time and want to go back to
Sam, I won’t protest!”
Quinn was taken aback even as she stared at Ryan, knowing very well that she would not love him no matter how long had
passed.
Nevertheless, she agreed to it because she wanted Ryan to give up and end things with him.
“Fine,” she said.
On the other hand, Ryan was smiling the instant Quinn said yes-he was confident that even after losing a leg, he had what it
takes to make Quinn love
him again.
Sam was nothing to him, and he believed that Quinn would not give up on a fine man like himself and settle for less.
She was not that stupid.
“I have another condition,” he then said.
“What is it?”
“I want you to divorce Sam first-since you’ve agreed to date me, our relationship will be proper. I don’t want people gossiping
about us.”
Quinn pursed her lips, but she agreed since she did not want to offend Sam,
and it was a basic gesture of respect to her marriage. If anything, she was incapable of an extramarital affair.
“Okay.” Quinn nodded.
Ryan’s smile broadened—he had a better chance of success if they divorced.
“But I have a condition too,” Quinn suddenly said.

“Fine,” Ryan agreed to it without hesitation, convinced that Quinn was already his.
Ryan was discharged a week later, and Marvin arranged a private jet to fly him back to North City.
With that, the whole family could return home.
Sam drove to the airport to receive them.
Ryan had to be carried off the plane in his wheelchair. He would not be able to work for six months while he was still recovering,
and it was only after that that
he could consider having a prosthetic made.
Naturally, his research department was understanding and afforded him a paid medical leave, so that he could return to work
once he recovers.
Ryan rode in Sam’s car, while Marvin and Lindsay rode in another since there were too many of them.
Quinn sat beside Ryan, while Sam drove.
He was used to it, just as he did not expect Quinn to ride shotgun.
They had not texted each other, let alone spoken over the phone for a week-if anything, they look like strangers.
“Sam,” Ryan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
“Yeah.”
“Quinn needs to talk to you about something later. Don’t leave the mansion immediately.” i “Yeah.” Sam nodded, unable to resist
glancing at Quinn from the rearview mirror.
She was very silent, her eyes kept outside the window.
However, Sam also saw Ryan reaching out to take Quinn’s hand—even locking fingers with her, and Quinn did not push him
away, i Sam turned away...