"She is simply pulling out some drama to make me feel guilty. Nothing else," Ryan replied.
"I don’t think so, brother. If it had been about pulling off a drama, she would have had several opportunities to do so in the past. She wouldn’t have only tried now." Daniel shook his head, "Or why don’t you consider that she might have found out about what happened between you and Delyth?"
"Daniel, I already told you, nothing happened." The thought of taking the blame for something he felt he didn’t do was now irritating Ryan.
"Sorry, Ryan. As your friend, I can believe you, but not everyone can. Arwen, especially, couldn’t, given that you never gave her any reason to trust you. And especially when the other party involved with you vouches for the deed you both might have committed."
"You mean Delyth has —" Ryan’s brows furrowed deep, and Daniel cooly shrugged.
"Well, Delyth has all good reasons to do it, if you are willing to see it with open eyes. And Arwen did mention something along those lines."
Ryan’s expression turned serious for a moment as he turned on his heels and strode back towards the elevator. Daniel, unwilling to look at Delyth again but curious about her explanation, followed Ryan to check what she has to say to explain herself.
Meanwhile, back in her room, Delyth had heard the news of Arwen leaving unharmed. She was seething in anger when she heard the footsteps approaching the room. Guessing it to be Ryan, she quickly composed herself. And just then, Ryan pushed the door open and entered.
"Ryan, you have come. What did the doctor say? Did he say that I would recover and dance again?"
"Delyth, did you text Arwen about the night we–we lost our consciousness?" Ryan asked, a little uncomfortable about mentioning it.
Delyth’s fingers clenched on the sheets, but she feigned an expression of confusion. "What do you mean, Ryan?"
"I asked did you text Arwen anything?" Ryan said, a bit sternly.
And as if hurt by his tone, Delyth cried out and threw her phone at him, right in time for him to catch it. "If that’s how you think of me, why don’t you check it yourself?"
Ryan frowned but didn’t hold the formality. "Password?" he asked, ready to check her phone.
Delyth felt like smashing something seeing his indifferent attitude but held her calm. "The date you confessed to me at university. I never got around to changing the password to something else."
Hearing that, Daniel couldn’t hold back a scoff. "So, you have been using the same phone for all these years? Is it still working fine?"
Depth gritted her teeth. "I said I didn’t have the time to choose another password. This date is well-carved in my memory, so I never thought of changing it. Do you have any problem with that, Daniel?"
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