Chapter 33: Now, Your Husband Is Me

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Now, Your Husband Is Me

Unable to win the argument against her brother, Wendy Quinn simply slumped onto the table and started crying.

"You’re my own brother, but instead of helping me, you’re discouraging me! Ryan is so amazing. If I could marry him, wouldn’t you be happy for me?"

"The problem is, you can’t marry him! He won’t marry you."

That was the crux of the matter.

Of course, Harry Quinn also wished Ryan Sterling could become his brother-in-law. But that hope was so slim, he didn’t even dare to entertain the thought.

He’d known him for eight, if not ten years, and in all that time, he’d never once seen a woman by Ryan Sterling’s side.

A man in his twenties is at his sexual peak, after all. Even Harry Quinn had to admit that, more often than not, his mind was on women.

But what about Ryan Sterling?

His romantic life was basically that of a monk.

He was either at the company, handling documents, attending meetings, and launching projects.

Or he was eating, swimming, and sleeping.

At first, Harry Quinn thought Ryan Sterling just hadn’t met anyone he liked, or that his germaphobia made him dislike getting close to women.

Only later did he find out that Ryan’s heart had long been taken.

It was just...

The woman was his sister-in-law.

And maybe Ryan Sterling was just lucky, because he actually got his wish: his older brother and sister-in-law divorced!

So Harry Quinn knew very well that this man would never be his brother-in-law.

"If I don’t try, how will I know Ryan won’t marry me?" Wendy Quinn showed no signs of being discouraged or giving up. On the contrary, she seemed determined to win. "He’s obsessed now, maybe because he never got her and feels unfulfilled! If he actually did, he might not even like her that much anymore!"

Harry Quinn sighed.

"Then he wouldn’t be Ryan Sterling."

...

Evelyn Grant’s taxi had just arrived at the villa when a black Cullinan appeared in the distance, already heading toward her.

She instinctively stopped at the entrance instead of going in by herself.

There was no particular reason; she just felt a little guilty toward Ryan Sterling.

She hadn’t realized the role he played in clearing her name, or that he’d gotten nothing in return. She had just been focused on rejecting the Sterling Family.

’On second thought, Julian Sterling’s mistakes really shouldn’t be held against Ryan Sterling.’

’He genuinely helped me, even... at the risk of offending his own brother.’

Watching Ryan Sterling’s car enter the villa’s courtyard, Evelyn Grant took the initiative to walk over and smiled. "Actually, if you were busy, you didn’t have to come back. I would have been fine on my own tonight."

She felt...

’Ryan Sterling had just been intimate with that girl. It wasn’t right for him to rush back so soon.’

But to his ears, her words meant something else entirely.

"Did I interrupt you and my brother’s little family reunion?"

"...What are you talking about?"

"Evelyn Grant, I warned you! Right now, your husband is me, not my brother! There’s nothing between you two anymore!"

Evelyn Grant furrowed her lovely brows and tried to explain, "Today’s gathering wasn’t my—MMMPH—"

Before she could finish, Ryan Sterling’s kiss fell upon her, aggressive and demanding.

He didn’t want to hear what she had to say.

He just wanted to kiss her, to possess her, to push her down and take her with a frenzy.

Only then could Ryan Sterling feel a sliver of security, a confirmation that the Evelyn Grant of this moment was his.

"MMH, MMH..."

She tried to struggle, to push away the man before her.

But Ryan Sterling’s strength was too great. How could Evelyn Grant possibly be a match for him?

She was completely at his mercy.

He even took advantage of the moment she tried to speak, using the opening to invade, plundering her lips and mouth, intent on conquering every inch.