What mattered to him was that she could be by his side—and not as his "sister-in-law" or another man's girlfriend.
Ryan Sterling was willing, even if he never got to be called her husband.
"You..."
Evelyn Grant opened her mouth to say something, but hesitated.
After a moment of consideration, she finally spoke. "Ryan Sterling, with your standing, you could find a girl a thousand times better than me. There's really no need—"
"I think it's necessary, and you don't. So tell me, who gets to decide?"
The space inside the car wasn't large; they could even hear each other breathing.
Evelyn Grant didn't dare raise her eyes to meet his.
Because Ryan Sterling's eyes were like a deep spring, threatening to pull you in.
She couldn't meet a gaze like that.
"Do you know what you'll have to face if you insist on this?"
'This was going to be a predictably difficult path.'
'Ryan Sterling had countless easier paths he could take. He deserved a happy life.'
