The Day of Choosing a Wife Chapter 3

"Young Master, don't blame the young master!"

Mrs. Zhang, holding my clothes that had gotten dirty from being pushed down, said.

"He's in a bad mood today."

Then I learned from Mrs. Zhang that Ryan had gone to the Cole residence but hadn't even made it through the door. He'd been rejected.

No wonder he was angry after seeing Gina drive me home.

"Mrs. Zhang, what are you talking about?"

I turned to see Ryan's furious face.

"Susan accidentally hurt her face today, so she couldn't see me!"

"Young ladies care about their appearance. That's perfectly normal!"

Ha, he really believed Susan's excuse.

Ryan glared at me viciously, his teeth clenched as he mocked me sarcastically.

"And you, going around asking about me—what are you trying to do? Having regrets?"

"Let me tell you, Susan is mine!"

As he moved to push me again, I grabbed his arm first and applied some pressure.

He cried out in pain.

I didn't let go. Instead, I whispered in his ear, "I have no regrets. I'm just afraid my brother might regret it."

"Bullshit!"

His face contorted with pain, but his words were still barbed.

"In the future, I'll have a happy family and a successful career. What would I regret? Right now, you better let me go, or I'll tell Mom and Dad and you'll be sorry..."

"Ouch!"

I released him, and he fell heavily to the ground, howling in pain several times.

He brought it on himself. Who told him to keep provoking me?

I turned and walked away.

Mrs. Zhang rushed to help Ryan up, but he didn't appreciate it. He shook off her hand and said with resentment.

"Clayton Bennett, even if you beg me on your knees for help in the future, I won't lift a finger."

"Is that so?"

I looked back at his hate-filled eyes.

"Just don't end up begging me on your knees!"

Ryan suddenly laughed, his expression somewhat crazed.

"Me beg you? Dream on! Just wait—you'll wish you were dead!"

Psycho. Not worth my time.

The next morning, Gina came over.

The moment she appeared, Ryan's eyes practically stuck to her.

At the end of the day, he was still superficially in love with Gina's appearance.

He even brought his past life's relationship with her into this one, looking at her with possessive desire.

When Mom and Dad saw Gina arrive, they immediately stood up with welcoming smiles.

"Gina, have you had breakfast?"

"Mrs. Zhang, quickly prepare another serving..."

"No need," Gina coldly refused, then looked at me. "Don't forget about yesterday."

For some reason, I felt the words sounded somewhat suggestive.

Yesterday she said she'd take me to see the company. I thought it would be in the afternoon, but apparently, it was first thing in the morning.

Mom and Dad looked at me with some surprise. I knew they were surprised at how quickly things were progressing between us.

Ryan was surprised too—surprised by how Gina was treating me.

Of course, this surprise quickly turned to resentment. His hands clenched tightly at his sides.

I nodded at Gina, then said to my parents.

"I've finished eating. I'll head out with Gigi now."

I deliberately emphasized "Gigi," wanting to provoke Ryan.

Sure enough, his face turned darker than the bottom of a pot. He stood up and went upstairs.

Fleeing in embarrassment wasn't his style.

There was definitely something bigger going on.