Chapter 31 I don't blame you.

Closing the system, Ryan was about to leave, when Delyth entered his office room without any announcement. "Ryan, what should I do now? I can't think of anything. How are we going to explain this?" Ryan frowned. "Delyth, how many times have I told you to not come to the company? I don't like to bring my personal life into my workplace." Delyth's fingers clenched, not liking Ryan's indifference, but she didn't let it reflect on her expression. Keeping a panicked expression on her face, she desperately reached out to hold Ryan's hands. "Ryan, believe me, I didn't want to come, but I am really scared. We were together last night and then — what if people find out? My image will be ruined. Everyone knows Arwen is your fiancée. If they find out we were together —" "Delyth, you are overthinking it. No one will find out. It was just you and me there, and besides, nothing happened between us." "But Ryan, we were there —" Before she could say more, Daniel's voice interrupted as he entered the office, pushing the door open. "Ryan, your mother —" Daniel paused when he noticed Ryan wasn't alone in his room. Glancing between the two, his brows furrowed slightly, and he offered a polite apology that sounded too forced. "Sorry, I didn't know that you had a guest here." Ryan ignored the subtle taunt in his friend's tone and asked, "What were you saying?" "Oh, I came to inform you that your mother called and asked me to check on you." He paused, glancing briefly at Delyth before adding, "She wanted me to look into whatever is keeping you here, but it seems like I can't help you much with that." Daniel admired Ryan for his work ethic, but when it came to Delyth, he couldn't help but wish Ryan would open his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he turned to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I know Delyth, it wasn't your fault. You are as much a victim of the situation as I am, and I don't blame you. But you need to keep your composure. If you panic and cry like that, it will make us look guilty of something that we didn't even do." "But Ryan, how do we know that we didn't. We both were so drunk last night. Maybe, we—" "We didn't, Delyth." Ryan's words were firm, more of a warning. "We were simply lying together. Nothing happened that we should be ashamed of. If something had, we would have had remembered. But neither of us recalls anything, right?" "Ryan, I know but —" "That's enough, Delyth. I have something urgent to attend to, and I can't stay here any longer to explain. I will leave first. As for you, Daniel will arrange a driver. Go home and get some rest." With that, Ryan turned and left without waiting for her response. Behind him, Delyth could only grit her teeth. She had hoped to use this opportunity to get closer to Ryan, but instead, he chose to walk away. "Ms. Ember, Mr. Evan asked me to inform you that your ride is arranged downstairs. You may leave at any moment," an office staff interrupted her thoughts. Delyth shot the staff a vicious glare before storming off. One day, she would make everyone here respect her –especially Daniel. Meanwhile, Ryan soon arrived at the Foster Villa. Though he no longer lived there, he made it a point to visit his parents once or twice every two weeks. "Mr. Foster, you are finally here? Madam has been waiting for you at the dinner table. It's past her medicine time, but she hasn't eaten dinner yet, so we can't give her the medicines," the butler informed Ryan as he entered the house. Ryan frowned and asked, "Did Arwen come here earlier?"