Viggo
I couldn’t believe Anna dared to show up here as if we still meant something to each other. My blood boiled at the sight of her, especially in front of Rylee. I glanced at Rylee, who didn’t seem too pleased with Anna’s unexpected entrance.
Later, as we headed out for lunch, Rylee seemed distant and thoughtful. Her unexpected coldness intrigued me—was she feeling jealous?
"We're being followed," she said, breaking the silence. "Not just by your bodyguards. The other car is next to them."
I glanced at the car she mentioned. Paparazzi. Cameras aimed at us, undoubtedly hoping for a scoop. Ana must have tipped them off, hoping to expose our secret.
As we stepped out of the car at the restaurant, a barrage of flashes and questions assaulted us. Ignoring them, I led Rylee inside.
"Wha
