I was not an idiot. If Ryan really thought I was Yumi's brother, he wouldn’t have called the police blindly.
He wouldn’t even be surprised at all when I said I was Yumi’s boyfriend.
Clearly, he knew exactly who I was. After all, on Yumi’s phone, whether it was the lock screen or the wallpaper—it was all my picture.
But that didn’t stop him from collapsing into Yumi’s arms, crying. "Yumi, how dare he hit me? My chest hurts so much…"
After saying that, he started rolling his eyes.
Yumi didn’t even bother about me apologizing; she helped Ryan into a car and drove straight to the hospital.
Before leaving, the way he looked at me was so cold and distant that I stood frozen in place for a long time.
I didn’t even know how I ended up at the hotel.
Soaking in the warm bathtub, my entire body still felt icy.
Shivering, I used my resources to investigate Ryan’s background and also checked all of Yumi’s information since she went abroad.
While waiting, Yumi kept calling me incessantly, but I rejected all her calls.
She sent me messages again.
[Yale, why are you so unruly? Why can’t you rein yourself in even after going abroad? This isn’t like back home—no one here will indulge your spoiled temper!]