As Amelia waited, the hum of the café's air conditioner did little to ease her anxiety. Being well aware of the dangers of spending time alone with Ryan, she decided to meet in a public setting. The man has repeatedly shown that he would do whatever it took to control her. But here she was, turning to face him for the final time.
Ryan entered with his customary swagger, his smile radiating fake charm and his luxury suit crisply made. He exuded confidence as if he already had the advantage. He walked to the table after spotting Amelia, his eyes bright with the prospect of mayhem.
He sank into the chair opposite from her and said, "Amelia." “As always, you look amazing. You are a good fit for pregnancy.
Amelia tensed, but she remained calm. "Stop flattering me, Ryan. I didn't agree to meet with you just to say hello.
Leaning back in his chair, Ryan laughed. "Direct and to the point. Alright. Let's discuss how you plan to protect your little secret.