Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: It€™s truly unbearable.

Chapter 250: It€™s truly unbearable.

“What do I mean?” Delyth scoffed.

“Don’t you know it already, Ryan?”  Ryan truly was confused.

But even confused, he didn’t let himself waver.

Instead of looking firmly at Delyth, he said, “I truly do not know it.

If you are willing to tell me, then it’s okay.

Or else, let’s not mind.”  Delyth gritted.

If she really didn’t want to have this conversation with him, she wouldn’t have started it.

Of course, she wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Ryan, do you think I don’t know what you are trying to do with all this act?”  “Act?”  “Of course, an act,” she snapped.

” If not an act, what would you call it?

This all is just your way of making yourself look righteous.

Your way of punishing me for what I did to Arwen.

So tomorrow, you can parade your actions to her, showing her how I ‘paid’ for her suffering.”  At her mention of Arwen, his fingers clenched involuntarily.

His patience snapped like a taut string and his expression turned icy.  “Punishing you for what you did to Arwen?” he repeated.

“Do you think I have punished or been punishing you for what you did to her?”  “Is it not?”  Ryan let out a dark, humourless laugh.

It sent a chill down her spine.

“You are delusional, Delyt,” he said coldly.

“Seems like you are living in some fairytale where punishments are nothing more than harsh words and a cold shoulder.

But the reality is not some rose-tinted storybook.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper.

“But believe me, the reality is no show of the world through pink glasses.

Here, the punishments are far crueller than your worst nightmares.

If you haven’t suffered one, then think yourself lucky enough.”  Delyth flinched at his tone.

He had never talked to her like that.

And today his attitude as such scared her.

Her hands instinctively moved to wheel back, but before she could make any distance, Ryan’s hands clamped down the armrests of her wheelchair.

He jerked it forward with a force that nearly knocked her breath away.  “Ryan, don’t -” she began, panic rising in her throat.  “Shush.” His voice was sharp and commanding, cutting through her words. “Don’t scream yet.

I haven’t come down to punish you.” His face was inches from hers now, like she had always wanted.

But at this moment she couldn’t bring herself to desire it anymore.

Not because she changed her mind about him, but because he looked scary.  Delyth froze, her hands trembling.

For the first time, she felt the raw intensity of his anger.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, and she held her breath, afraid that if she made even the slightest sound, not even Zeke’s promise would be able to save her.

And that was true to some extent.

Because at the moment, Ryan was balancing over the thin line of sanity.

His betrayed side was demanding him to end it once and for all, but his sane side was still reminding him of Zeke and his promise and Delyth’s identity.

His knuckles whitened as he gripped the chair tightly.

The tension in his body was palpable as he fought to restrain himself.

“Do you want to know what real punishment would look like, Delyth?” he asked, his voice coming in a low and dangerous growl, each word dripping with menace.

“If I truly wanted to make you suffer for everything you have done then your life would be unrecognizable.

Do you want me to paint you a picture?”  Delyth didn’t respond, her throat ran dry and her courage failed her.

She wanted to shake her head, refuse him from continuing any further, but she no longer muster the courage.

Ryan’s voice turned colder, sharper than before -slicing through the air harshly.

“If I truly want to punish you, I would begin by stripping you of everything -everything that you hold dear, every privilege that you flaunt around.

I wouldn’t let you rest in a high-end hospital like this.

I wouldn’t arrange you the best surgeon, rather I would make you watch live how your world crumbles, piece by piece.

I will make you witness every loss tenfold of what you made Arwen feel.

And when I say every loss, believe me, I am a businessman and I won’t miss even the last decimal of the calculation.” Her hands clenched the sides of her wheelchair, her knuckles turning white.

She couldn’t blink.

Her eyes stared at him, scared of all that he was saying.  “If I truly come to punish you,” He said, his tone now chillingly calm.

“I would make sure that you don’t wake up every day with ease, rather you wake up haunted by the pains you have caused Arwen -that accident, the mob attack and anything more that you have done but I haven’t realized yet.” Delyth trembled, but her distress didn’t change Ryan’s attitude.

He still stood cold and unkind.

Staring down at her, he smiled, but his smile didn’t carry the warmth.

“But you are still here, resting in this hospital without any fear, without any trouble, haven’t you?”  He paused and then added, “Which means I haven’t done anything to make you pay.

I have kept my promise to Zeke.

I have let you live your life, unscathed, untouched.

Don’t mistake that mercy for weakness, Delyth.

Don’t push my buttons anymore.

I might not be able to remain calm always.

Not especially every time after getting reminded of what you have done.” Saying that, she straightened himself, back to his feet, adjusting his jacket.

He glanced back at her and said”I came just to check on you.

But seeing you all so comfortable in the wheelchair, it seems you are perfectly doing fine.

In that case, I will leave first.”  With that, he was ready to turn and leave, but Delyth stopped him.

Her voice came shaky, barely above the whisper, but still, it was audible enough to make Ryan stop.  “R-Ryan, can you please not be like this to me?

It’s truly unbearable.”