SWNOVELS Chapter 820
Chapter 820
Back in high school, everyone thought Agnes was Ryder’s girl
During that time his buddies would always bring her up in conversation
It seemed like they were hell bent on playing matchmaker, pairing them up at every turn.
Looking back, Ryder recalls that period as sweet, yet tumultuous.
It felt like a fleeting happiness that he couldn’t quite grasp
Ryder always felt that his joy, both then and now, was borrowed stolen, even
He opened the door to his apartment not leading Agnes to the bedroom, but instead tidying up the couch to lay her down
“Water Agnes mumbled incoherently
Ryder rushed to get her some water, helping her sit up to take a sip. But as she drank, she vomited, right there on the living room carpet
Regret surged through Ryder’s heart. He knew she couldn’t handle her liquor, yet he had watched her drink one too many
The reason Ryder hadn’t stopped her was simple he had missed her too much. But in her sober moments, they couldn’t be as they were now, even briefly.
And now seeing Agnes in discomfort, he regretted it deeply
Ryder made hangover tea, and fed it to Agnes before starting to clean.
He scrubbed the carpet in the bathroom until it was spotless and took care of the mess on the floor. By the time he finished, an hour had passed
When he returned Agnes was sound asleep on the couch, looking utterly adorable
Even as a mother to a five–year–old her face still held the traces of girlhood.
She hadn’t changed a bit from the girl etched in Ryder’s memory
He remembered that summer day when she handed him a bottle of water, her smile bright as sunshine, ‘Hey, Ryder..”
Ryder couldn’t afford to reminisce. He had replayed these memories over and over through the years, each time feeling an immense heartache
If only he had been braver back then and confessed his feelings for Agnes
Things might not be as they were now.
Ryder sat at the small table in front of the couch, staring at the sleeping woman, his heart softening as if brushed by a dove’s feather
If this were his home, if she were his wife, if his life could be like this every evening, coming home to a sleeping spouse. What a dream that would be
It was a scene he had fantasized about countless times, and at that moment, it seemed almost within reach.
Ryder leaned in, drawn by an impulse, his lips inching closer to Agnes cheek.
He could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. His heart pounded as if it might leap from his chest, an anxiety he never felt even during the most complex sun
A voice within cautioned him not to overstep, to stop, yet his body seemed to move of its own accord, as if drawn by some spell Agnes cast. The temptation to dri was irresistible
As Ryder’s lips neared Agnes‘ skin, a phone’s vibration shattered the moment
It was like a bucket of ice water splashed from head to toe, snapping him back to reality
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