Can You Let Me Forget Him

When Ryan walked out, Yasmin had already crawled into the bed.

At that moment, she was on the phone and said softly,

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm unfilial and made you worry."

"Right, I won't go over tonight if my brother is there."

"Don't worry, I will take care of it. I'll be there early tomorrow morning. My daughter has to go back to school too."

Facing her shameful gaze, Ryan walked over and climbed onto the bed, pulling the quilt from her body. Her mature, beautiful form was protected only by a disheveled bathrobe.

Ryan's breathing suddenly quickened, and with trembling hands he began unfastening the belt around her waist.

Yasmin did not resist this time. Instead, even as she spoke to her parents, her eyes shone tenderly on Ryan—even though the tremor in her voice betrayed her inner turmoil.

Her body felt cold, and once the bathrobe was opened, she lay completely exposed; so, Yasmin closed her eyes entirely.