Ryan sighed for the umpteenth times as he rubbed his temples continuously, probably frustrated from Anne's nonstop dramas and escapades. “Fine…” He breathed out slowly. “What did you want from me?”

“That wasn't supposed to be a sane question, Ryan.” She lilted, her sharp and glaring stare was hard on him. “You already know what I want, stop putting up a pretense like you don't know. It doesn't suit you.”

This is getting harder than expected. “You of all people should know ...