Ryan’s eyes blazed with frustration as he stood in Serena’s living room, staring at her defiant stance.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Who was that man, Serena?” he demanded, his voice sharp.

Serena tilted her head, an eyebrow arching. “What are you talking about?” she asked coolly.

Ryan clenched his fists.

“Don’t act clueless. I saw you a few minutes ago—at the restaurant. You were laughing with some guy. Who was he?”

Instead of responding, Serena’s lips curled into a sly smile.

“And why does it matter, Ryan?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement.

“It matters because—” he started, but...