Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 74

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Emily? Whitney thought, ‘Why is that bitch here? Oh my, it’s all my fault.”

Whitney figured that since Chase and Emily were busy livestreaming, they wouldn’t have time to bother Ryan, so she went off to deal with her herbs.

But she’d totally underestimated how shameless Emily could be.

Right now, Ryan was so weak that he could be toppled with a single finger.

‘If Emily tried to take advantage of him…‘ Whitney shuddered. She couldn’t even bring herself to picture it. ‘No way. I have to rush in and save that poor guy inside.’

Whitney gripped the cup tightly, about to kick the door open and storm in like a boss, ready to roast Emily for being so shameless.

But just then, a cold, detached voice came from inside. “Must your whole family be born drama queens? Why do you keep putting on such an annoying act nonstop?”

Whitney’s hand froze in mid–air. It was Ryan’s voice. He was awake and clearly in his right mind.

‘That’s a relief. At least he can still say no. Emily hasn’t had a chance to lay her filthy hands on him yet, Whitney thought.

The rage in her faded, her aggressive energy slowly ebbing away. She wasn’t in such a hurry to storm in anymore. Whitney decided to hang out by the door for now, curious about what Emily was really after and wanting to see how Ryan acted toward her when no one else was around.

If Emily tried to throw herself at him, Whitney would burst in and teach her a harsh lesson.

Whitney edged over to the window nearby, trying to sneak a peek inside.

From this spot, she had a perfect view of everything happening by the bed.

By the bed, Ryan sat with his back against the headboard, looking aloof and distant.

Emily stood nearby, her makeup flawless, but it couldn’t hide how pale she looked.

Her eyes, perfectly lined, were a little red, like she’d been deeply hurt. One hand pressed against her chest as she said, ” Ryan, how could you say that?”

She kept up her sweet, pitiful act, letting out a couple of soft sobs. “I wanted to check on you.”

“No need.” Ryan’s expression was flat, and she didn’t even bother to lift his eyelids.

Emily pressed her lips together, feeling frustrated and confused. ‘How come he’s so relaxed and friendly with Whitney, but whenever it’s me, he shuts me out?‘ she thought.

She’d even lied to the cameraman, saying she needed to use the restroom, and slipped away when he wasn’t filming. She wanted to leave Ryan with the impression that she was completely devoted to him. But Ryan wasn’t having any of it. She felt like every trick she knew, every move she’d mastered, was completely useless in front of Ryan.

But the more Ryan brushed her off, the more Emily was hell–bent on making him hers.

If Ryan ended up picking her in the end, Whitney would be devastated, pleading with her to let Ryan go.

Emily was confident she would get Ryan to fall for her.

She softened her voice again, scooting a little closer to Ryan, her eyes practically dripping with affection, locked onto his face the whole time.

She put on a brave, confident smile. “Ryan, I don’t know if Whitney said something that gave you the wrong idea about me. “I want you to know, Ryan, I’m really not the kind of person Whitney makes me out to be. And I really love you.”

Emily was clearly hinting that Whitney had it out for her, so she’d been trash–talking her behind her back. And of course, she used the moment to lay her feelings for Ryan on the line.

She portrayed the image of a devoted lover perfectly, one who cared nothing about being misunderstood by others, yet only dreaded being misunderstood by him alone.

Whitney couldn’t help but laugh at Emily’s antics, thinking. ‘Looks like I’ve got her so desperate. She’s throwing out random

moves now.

‘Does Emily seriously think the only reason I dare to stand up to Chase is that Ryan’s got my back?

‘So she figures, after snatching everything from me, even my support, I’ll crawl back to the Anderson family, grovel for

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forgiveness, and let her use me as her stepping stone again?”

But Emily never stopped to think that Ryan had always been cold to her, even before all this. So his behaving like this now was perfectly typical of him.

Sure enough, after Emily finished her little act, Ryan gave a soft chuckle.

That low, magnetic, indifferent laugh rippled through the not–so–spacious room, leaving a faint echo behind.

He lifted his eyelids a bit, a cold, mocking glint flashing across his aloof, almost ethereal face. “Whitney’s never brought you up to me.”

Emily froze for a second.

She got lost staring at Ryan’s ridiculously handsome face, totally mesmerized for a moment.

Then, as his mocking words hit her, her eyes slowly widened in disbelief.

“I see you for exactly who you are,” Ryan said, his voice laced with a frosty edge.

His cold stare locked onto Emily’s shrinking pupils. “As for your so–called feelings? I always figured your heart actually belonged to Chase, Miss Anderson.”

That line made Emily’s cool facade crumble. She couldn’t keep it together anymore.

She got so flustered that she started stammering. “Th–That’s my brother.”

‘How could I ever have feelings for my brother?‘ Emily thought.

Ryan’s icy gaze flickered, his lips quirking into a half–smile that was impossible to read. “Is that so?”

The way he looked at her, like he could see straight through every secret she had, made Emily’s heart skip a beat. A sudden, inexplicable panic suddenly hit her.

‘It’s Whitney, Emily thought. ‘Whitney must’ve spilled the truth about me to Ryan.

‘Does Ryan already know I’m the fake heiress of the Anderson family and that Chase and I aren’t actually brother and sister?

‘It’s Whitney again. Why is that bitch always out to get me? Why does she have to ruin everything I have?‘

Emily bit her lip, making sure her expression showed pain from Ryan’s words, not guilt.

“Ryan, if you can’t accept my feelings, at least don’t stomp all over them,” she said, her voice trembling with tears.

She sounded like she’d been humiliated, her tone pathetically stubborn and vulnerable.

Then, covering her face with both hands, she started whimpering and dramatically ran out of the room.

As she reached the door, Ryan called out, “Wait, Miss Anderson.”

Emily thought maybe he was finally realizing how rude he’d been, or maybe her pathetic tears had finally made him feel a little sympathy for her.

She stopped, turned around, her face streaked with tears, looking so pitiful that anyone would feel sorry for her.

Emily was a pro at using her strengths to win people’s sympathy. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be where she was with the Anderson family now.

She looked utterly pitiable and endearing. If it were any other guy, he would’ve melted for her already.

But Ryan’s eyes didn’t even flicker. He looked at her, cool and detached.

He said, “Miss Anderson, you really shouldn’t get close to men so casually. Anyone who doesn’t know you well would think you flirt with about anyone.”

Emily froze for a moment, thinking. ‘Nothing gets to him. Seriously, is he even into girls?‘

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