Chapter 149: Named After Him

[Chapter 149: Named After Him]

Taylor noticed that Ryan didn't react at all, as if he hadn't heard anything. Realizing that Ryan was probably just feeling guilty, she leaned her head on his shoulder and said, "At least now I know you love me. That's enough for me."

She raised her left hand, looking at the massive diamond ring on her ring finger.

"I told my parents that we should hold off on marriage. First, because I still haven't learned how to be a wife or a mother, and secondly, it's for you."

"Are you a good husband? No. Are you a good father? Definitely not." Taylor shook her head, surprisingly calm at that moment.

"Because of that, I think getting married soon would likely end in tragedy. Both you and I need time to adjust to our new roles.

During this time, you can do whatever you want. If you want to hook up with any girl, go ahead. I can even introduce you to a few of my friends who are here today, just say the word. I can wait three years, five years, maybe even seven or eight years. We're young, after all. Until you're tired of playing, then we can get married for real. But you have to promise that afterward, you'll return home."

Taylor said coldly.

Ryan set down his plate and wiped his mouth.

"Have you seen a therapist? Why are you thinking about all this? In my eyes, there's only you, and it will always be only you." Ryan opened his arms and pulled his fiancee into his embrace.

"I've thought about it, but I just can't accept it or make sense of it," Taylor complained.

"The more I love you, the less I want you to be with other women." In an instant, tears brimmed in Taylor's eyes.

"So... that's why I came up with this compromise," she buried her head in Ryan's chest.

"Darling, I can't tell anyone about this. I'm afraid of going through what happened before again. I'm already wearing this ring, and I don't want to take it off." She raised her head, looking pitifully vulnerable, exposing the softest part of herself to Ryan.

For Ryan, who gained fame quickly and had an enormous ambition, this wasn't a multiple-choice question.

"I'm right here with you, and I'll stay by your side until you die or I die."

"If you die, I wouldn't want to live either," Taylor said, lifting her head and breaking into a smile.

That night, Ryan held Taylor to sleep. As Taylor curled up in bed, she nervously fiddled with her large ring, clearly worn out, and fell asleep quickly.

...

The next morning, as dawn broke,

"He said he'll be here soon," Tyran glanced at her phone.

Daddario nodded and immediately pretended to cry, opening the window to mimic a dramatic leap from the building.

So when Ryan entered the room, he saw Daddario lunging toward the window while Tyran held her waist tightly.

"Let me go! I don't want to live anymore; I'm going to jump!" Daddario wore a dramatic expression.

Ryan sighed. "Tyran, let her go; let her jump."

Ryan instantly saw that the two were just putting on a show; if they wanted to jump, they could have done it last night without waiting for him.

With Ryan's command, Tyran followed through and let go.

"Wait... you..." Daddario paused mid-lunge, then quickly transformed her anger into a glare at Ryan, as if to say, "Are you serious?"

"Well, if I really jumped, you'd be relieved," she replied bitterly.

"You've been lying to me the entire time, just using me and then tossing me aside! Have you considered my feelings? Do you even think about me? You... you don't love me at all!" A tear ran down her cheek.

"Of course I love you, but I had no choice," Ryan shook his head as he approached Daddario.

"You're still lying to me!"

"Alright, alright, stop crying," Ryan said as he comforted her.

Daddario hit Ryan's chest repeatedly.

Ryan feigned a cough; it was more for show.

"Serves you right!" Daddario glared at him and then hugged Ryan tightly.

Tyran watched Daddario with a sigh.

Why go through all this? If you already know the answer, why not just walk away? Isn't this just asking for trouble?

But she didn't realize that when faced with an unacceptable ending, humans subconsciously seek compromise.

If such a method could allow her to maintain the status quo or even gain some benefits, she would certainly choose it. This type of thing happened all the time.

"I want a diamond ring. I want you to get down on one knee and propose in front of everyone!" Daddario grabbed Ryan's shirt, as though she wouldn't let go until he agreed.

"You need to go back first," Ryan patted her back, then turned to Tyran.

"Buy her the fastest ticket back to Los Angeles."

"I'm not going back! I still haven't congratulated Taylor on her engagement!"

"We are not married yet; it's not too late to congratulate once we really are."

"Does it make any difference? We have no choice anyway. She got pregnant because of your carelessness, right?" she said with a smile.

"Can you stop? I have a ton of things to do." Ryan became impatient.

"You get impatient when I talk to you, don't you?"

"Don't always bring her up."

"I want a diamond ring; if you don't give it to me today, I'll stay here forever."

"It depends on how you behave. If you listen to me, I'll buy it for you."

"I want a big one! Bigger than Taylor's!"

"I said, it depends on how you behave." Ryan finally relented a little.

"Now that's more like it." A smile returned to Daddario's face.

...

After Ryan left, Daddario's expression turned cold as she faced Tyran.

"Get me a first-class ticket, and then order me some food. You'd better treat me with the same attitude you use with that woman."

Daddario adopted a "mistress" pose. She was furious, and since she couldn't vent her frustrations on Taylor or Ryan, she could only take it out on Ryan's people.

...

Meanwhile, Ryan arrived on another floor.

As soon as he exited the elevator, he noticed that the room he had received from Berwick was unattended, clearly the guard had gone to rest after a long night without anyone taking over.

Even Berwick, in the end, was just a "security chief," and couldn't ensure these people had military-like discipline.

Ryan retrieved the room key from a nearby flowerbed and entered the room. He found a woman lying there, covered in blankets, looking like she was fast asleep, with her clothes neatly folded beside her, including her underwear.

Ryan walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

The woman stirred awake, brushing her golden hair from her face. Upon realizing it was Ryan, she displayed no anger, but rather greeted him.

"Good morning. What time is it?" Amber yawned sleepily.

She knew why Ryan had locked her up in here, yet she didn't seem to care.

"What's wrong? Why don't you look for your fiancée instead of coming to me for morning exercise?" she sat up, a seductive smile on her face as she leaned back against the headboard, playfully kicking Ryan with her legs.

"Are you too shy to look at me?" At that moment, Amber was completely naked, the blanket slipping away as the early morning sun cast a soft orange glow on her slender body.

Despite Amber being 5'8", she had delicate limbs, making someone like Gal Gadot standing next to her look much more muscular by comparison, especially since Gal was also a pageant winner.

And Amber had skin that was smooth and delicate, matched with a lazy expression. If Ryan didn't know her, he might have found her appealing.

But given the current situation, no matter how she posed, Ryan wouldn't give her a second glance.

Some women couldn't be rushed, and some women shouldn't be rushed.

"Come here, baby. Come to mama, and I'll make sure you're fully satisfied this morning," Amber dived into Ryan's arms like a fish.

Ryan pushed her away with a swift move, sending her tumbling to the floor.

"Ouch! You hurt me, you jerk!"

"Is that so? Sorry about that. I'm a bit uncomfortable at the moment but I promise we'll have a proper talk in Los Angeles," Ryan smiled, gently lifting Amber's chin. He knew she wouldn't take the previous incident lying down, and there might be cameras in the room.

Ryan wasn't planning to tip his hand at this moment but was instead going to play along.

"Oh, I'll wait for you, sweetheart. You gave me such a great role, and I still haven't thanked you properly," Amber said as she gazed at Ryan with a hunger in her eyes.

Ryan said nothing and left the room.

...

When Ryan returned to his room, Taylor was still asleep in bed.

Ryan sat at the head of the bed as Taylor slowly opened her eyes.

He picked up the tray from the bedside table, which was filled with all kinds of breakfast treats.

Taylor immediately reached for her glasses.

"Wow, being woken up by delicious food on my first day as a fiancee -- this is truly special," she exclaimed, shoving a croissant entirely into her mouth, causing her cheeks to puff up on both sides.

As she ate, she fed Ryan, refusing to let him use his hands, insisting on feeding him directly.

After finishing their sweet breakfast, Taylor didn't have time to try on the jewelry she hadn't worn yesterday. She began packing her bags, preparing to return to Nashville, taking all the gifts with her.

First on her list was to change her last name; she needed to go to the Social Security office, then the DMV, and update her bank account information. As for the media, she could handle that herself.

Ryan opened his laptop and was shocked to find that Taylor's Wikipedia page had already been updated to read "Taylor Swift Rivers."

...

Some of yesterday's guests had already left, with the rest expected to depart Miami today.

Ryan took turns sending everyone off until the afternoon, when Taylor went to check out.

Two men approached Ryan in the lobby.

One of them, dressed in a suit, introduced himself as the manager of the Fontainebleau Hotel, beginning by asking if Ryan was satisfied with the venue for the event.

Then, the man standing next to him chimed in.

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in attending this year's Victoria's Secret Fashion Show?"

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