chapter Ninety Five

Suzy entered Ryan's room, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been here before, but the memory of that night was still fresh in her mind.

The room was the same as she remembered it, carefully organized and impeccably clean. It was a stark contrast to her own room, which was always a cluttered mess until the maids come to clean it.

She remembered Ryan sitting at the armchair at the far end beside the bookshelf with four bottles of alcoholic wine beside him thinking about his ex, Eleanor. That was the first time she saw him indulge in something like that. She shook her head dispersing the memory from her head as her hand traced the wooden part of the bed. 

She sat down on the bed, the soft cushions enveloping her. It was a far cry from the mattress she had slept on at the count residence and slightly softer than hers.