Ross didn't answer right away. His brows lifted slightly, and his expression turned serious. After a few seconds, he nodded.
"Yes," he said simply. "I do like you very much, Amanda."
Amanda swallowed. Her voice came quieter now, almost trembling. "You have many wives already."
"And you have a boyfriend overseas," Ross replied gently. He didn't sound accusatory—just honest, like he was laying all the cards on the table.
Amanda laughed bitterly and looked away. "God, what are we even doing?"
Ross stepped closer, but not too close. "We're enjoying each other's company. We're making memories. We're being honest… even if it's messy."
"I'm confused," she admitted, her eyes glistening. "I wasn't supposed to fall for you. You weren't even supposed to matter."
"I didn't plan this either," Ross said softly. "But sometimes life throws you something unexpected. And maybe it's not perfect, but… it's real."
