She hurried after him and caught sight of Ryan standing by the car, slipping on his gloves like he was ready to take off.
“Ryan!” she called out.
Ryan, not even twenty yet, was already tall and striking, especially in the snowy night by the car. He had that effortlessly handsome look of someone who never had to worry about money.
“What’s going on?” he asked, turning to her after putting on his gloves.
Sarah playfully grabbed his wrist, “Can I borrow your phone for a sec? I just want to change my contact name, you know, to feel special.”
Without a fuss, he handed over his phone. She was the woman he was supposed to marry, and he felt a sense of responsibility towards her.
With the phone in hand, Sarah discreetly added Clara to the blocked list and changed her contact name from Sarah to “Wifey.” Ryan felt a twinge of annoyance at the new name, but he said nothing, taking back his phone and getting into the car.
Standing outside, Sarah was all smiles, “Don’t forget to pick up my calls. The baby and I will be waiting for you.”
He nodded slowly, pressing the gas. Honestly, being alone with Sarah wasn’t his favorite—she could be a bit dull. Plus, he never thought he’d be a dad this young; it was a huge surprise.
He drove through the night and by morning, he was back in his hometown. The address from the stranger wasn’t far from the old herbalist’s place, where he’d been for remedies before.
He picked up a few gifts on his way, planning to visit the herbalist first for more remedies. Clara was having severe cramps again, meaning the last remedy didn’t work, and he needed a new one.
The herbalist was surprised to see him so early, realizing Ryan must’ve driven all night from the city.
“Ryan, you’re here early. Is everything alright?”
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