Open Marriage, Broken Promises: When Love Turns to Ashes novel Chapter 63

Although I had drunk, the fresh air in the car had cleared most of the alcohol from my system.

Looking at his handsome face so close to mine, I definitely knew who he was.

He was the best student in the class, famous at school, and girls lined up to chase him.

He had already shown extraordinary musical talent before graduating, and teachers even called him "Little Beethoven."

We had never interacted before, yet tonight, we somehow ended up together.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe something else, but at that moment, I just wanted to let myself sink into him.

"Ryan, you're Ryan..."

As soon as I said it, my lips were sealed, and this time, the kiss was incredibly gentle, followed by soft and tender kisses.

His hands, which usually held a violin, were now gently cradling my face, as if I were an incomparable treasure.

"Elena."

He softly called my name, the end of it making my heart flutter with desire.

The next morning, I moved my numb arm, and my fingertips were filled with soreness.

It seemed that Ryan had not felt any pleasure last night, as it happened again and again.

Remembering last night, I couldn't help but smile lightly.

Who would have thought that the famous violinist would cry when reaching his peak?

There was no one beside me anymore. I picked up my scattered clothes and put them on, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss.

Forget it, it was just a one-night stand, wasn't it better to go our separate ways?

I suppressed the strange feeling and opened my phone. A message from a friend in Vancouver asked when I would be returning.

I quickly typed and sent the message.

"Not going back."

The reply came almost instantly.

"Jason is having an art exhibition in a few days, are you really not coming back?"

"No, I'm not coming back. You don't need to tell me about his matters anymore. We've broken up."

In Vancouver,

Jason looked at the glaring "breakup" words on his phone and threw it down in anger.

With a crash, it shattered into pieces.

"Jason, my phone..."

But when he saw Jason's dark expression, he didn't finish his sentence.

Someone tried to smooth things over.

"Jason, Elena must really be jealous, the breakup must have really hurt her, right?"

Jason forced down the frustration he felt and pretended to be unconcerned.

"If she wants to leave, let her. If she never comes back, even if she begs me on her knees, I won't forgive her."

Someone looked at Jason, feeling that his words were too harsh.

When Grace returned from the bathroom, she noticed the strange silence in the room.

"You didn't leave?" I asked, a bit surprised. I thought he was the kind of person who would think of it as a one-night fling and leave it at that.

He smiled, half-joking, half-serious. "What? You had me last night and now you're trying to back out?"

My face instantly turned red. His words made me flash back to some moments from last night.

"Just kidding. Come on, sit down and have some breakfast."

He set the food down, waiting for me to sit before handing me the plate. So considerate.

Ryan had bought bagel and coffee—simple, but so comforting.

I took a bite and froze. "Is this from the stand by the school?"

He nodded.

I stared at him for a moment, shocked.

The bagel from that street vendor was my absolute favorite. I would buy it six days a week, without fail.

I glanced up at him. He ate casually, not showing any sign of hesitation.

Was it just a coincidence?

But what really caught me off guard was how far away the school was from here—it would take over an hour round trip. Yet, the bagel was still warm.

Noticing my gaze, he stopped eating, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and asked, "Is it not good?"

"The taste is still the same," I replied. "It's just... how did you know?"

He chuckled lightly. "How did I know what? That you love it?"