Beyond The Divorce - Season 8 Episode 13

Ryan immediately stopped me. “Forget it, I just need a two-day sleep break. 24 hours will do. I just want to sleep peacefully. There’s still a lot to deal with afterward, and I don’t have time to return to Bibury. Let’s talk about it around the New Year!”

I quickly opposed, “Hold on, during the New Year, everyone’s coming to Foswood without a doubt. I’ll handle things from here. You must take a break.”

He tried to argue further, but Eleanor and Benjamin convinced him, and he didn’t resist anymore.

I don’t know why, but I felt uneasy and wanted to talk to him.

After the dispersal, I insisted on personally taking him back. He had indeed had quite a bit to drink today.

I always remember how Ryan carried me home without my knowing, and during the holidays, we chatted for hours outside. We talked about the promise he made not to leave the company.

Now, he was carrying the weight of Tanum for me, but I couldn’t give him what he wanted.

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It took a long time for the car to pull out. I was the first to break the silence. “Ryan, take a trip back. Don’t let Joyce down.”noveldrama

This time, we secured Phase Two of Avalon Hills, largely thanks to Joyce. We all watched her unwavering dedication to Ryan. “Okay,” Ryan agreed.

“She’s a good woman. Don’t let her wait for you like you waited for someone else. No one can wait for you forever. Once you miss it, you never know where fate will lead you next,” I said to him with a sigh.

Too much had happened, and he had been silently supporting me from behind, yet I never paid attention to his feelings.

“I understand.” Ile nodded and said gently, “I know Mr. Atlas is trustworthy. Ile’s excellent in every way, and I feel reassured. It’s time for me to build a harbor for her.”

“There are many things you don’t know about between Atlas and me. I don’t even understand what kind of fate this is. Maybe it’s destined.” After saying this, I paused. Then I looked at him and said, “Ryan, you may not know, but I am not Chloe.”

For a moment, I didn’t know how to explain to Ryan the extraordinary connection between Atlas and me.

Ryan looked at me, somewhat surprised. “What do you mean you’re not Chloe?”

I drove slowly and had already passed the apartment where Ryan lived, wandering on the streets.

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“I’m not really Chloe. I’m Stella White,” I explained. Ryan became even more confused, looking at me questioningly.

“Who? Stella?” His expression became agitated.

I thought for a moment before starting with the plane crash involving Atlas’s father, telling him that I was Rory’s daughter. This revelation left Ryan utterly incredulous.

“So, how did you end up in Bibury?” He couldn’t believe such a thing.

“That’s something I currently can’t figure out myself. It’s also a painful matter. I don’t know why I came to the Hartz family and became Chloe. It all feels like a dream. Luckily, you’ve been by my side, shouldering the company for us.”

I sincerely expressed my feelings to Ryan.

“Fortunately, your memory started with me. I can do something for you,” Ryan comforted me. “Don’t overthink. It seems he is your true love. You must cherish and live a good life together.”

His words touched me deeply.

“Then, you should do the same. Settle down and find someone who loves you! Joyce deserves your affection. She has no vanity, no ulterior motives, and, more importantly, she has always loved you.

“Last time on the cruise, she asked me how to make you see her existence. Ryan, I feel like I owe her. Don’t let such a good girl wait. I will feel bad.”

I looked at Ryan, mischievously smiling, and said, “Hurry up and get yourself a wife so I can marry with peace of mind.”

Ryan looked at me and smiled warmly. He made me feel very comfortable with his stable demeanor and gentle attitude. The atmosphere in the car gradually improved.