Adrienne was in his opulent living room, waiting for him. He finally made an appearance after a few minutes.
"Darling," Ryan called out, his voice soft.
"Sorry for making you wait," he apologized sheepishly.
"It's alright, are you finished now?" Adrienne asked, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Unexpectedly, he caught her lips in a long, deep kiss.
"Yes... come here," he whispered, leading her to the couch where they both took a seat, facing each other.
"I..." Adrienne began, but he gently interrupted her.
"Sorry for interrupting, but please let me speak first. I need to explain," Ryan requested, his voice filled with sincerity.
"Okay. Go ahead," Adrienne agreed.
"What you read was true. The article about me marrying Anabelle is not a rumor. We are indeed married," Ryan sighed, pausing momentarily to gauge Adrienne's reaction.