Rise of Ryan Conner

chapter 20

Ryan's breath hitched slightly at the unexpected tenderness of Mrs. Sonya's touch.

Mrs. Sonya's hesitation was palpable, the weight of the moment stretching out between them as she finally removed his shirt completely.

Mrs. Sonya coughed, turning away to hide her flushed cheeks. She busied herself at the sink, letting the cold water run over the bloodied shirt, as she wrung out the shirt, the water tainted pink with diluted blood swirling down the drain.

Mrs. Sonya possessed a beauty that was both striking and serene, a delicabalance that seemed to echo the dualities of her life. Her features held an angelic quality, with soft, gentle curves.

Her skin, a flawless canvas, had a subtle glow, yet beneath the surface lay the traces of sleepless nights and worry lines.

Her eyes, deep and expressive, were framed by long, dark lashes. Her hair, a cascade of luscious locks, fell around her shoulders in a manner that was both effortless and elegant.

Her composure, always calm and collected