"Next time, remember to tighten your seatbelt. It's essential," he stated, his voice carrying a hint of concern. As he reached out to assist her with securing the seatbelt, a disappointed look crossed her face, tinged with a touch of frustration. Ethan couldn't help but let out a chuckle, finding amusement in the contrast of her expectation and the mundane reality of fastening a seatbelt."I guess your expectations weren't quite met," he teased, a lighthearted smirk playing on his lips. It was a playful jab, lightening the mood and dispelling any lingering disappointment she might have felt.Her lips formed a stubborn pout, a mix of annoyance and anger etched across her face. "I will advise you to stay away from me in the future," she retorted, determined to defend her wounded pride. Her words possessed a sense of feigned anger, a facade he couldn't help but see through.His smile widened, a silent acknowledgment of their playful banter. It was through these light-hearted exchanges th

"What the hell is this, huh?" she asked, her voice heavy with indignation, her eyes burning with anger as she took bold, determined steps towards the lady who stood before her.With a fierce intensity, she defiantly demanded, "Step backwards! Who do you think you are? You snatched Claire's husband and you honestly believe you can go unpunished for your actions? Not after insulting Roseline. No wonder I despised you back then in school!" Her voice rose, filled with the pent-up fury that had plagued her for years, as she let her words hang in the air like a poisonous mist.Clarissa, on the receiving end of this torrent of accusations, could only try to process the destruction that had been wrought upon her life. As if awakening from a daze, she released the cloth she had been clutching tightly, her face contorted with confusion and disbelief.But before she could fully comprehend the weight of the accusations laid upon her, she found herself being pulled into a whirlwind of confrontatio

CHis frustration gnawing in the depths of his soul, he couldn't bring himself to confide in Clarissa about the turmoil brewing within him. The weight of his worries seemed too heavy to burden her with, and he pretended that it was nothing she needed to know. But deep down, he longed for her understanding and support."I guess I need to be somewhere," he finally let out, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.Clarissa's brow furrowed with concern as she tried to decipher the source of his distress. Sensing his reticence, she made a decision to let him have his space, albeit reluctantly. "Guess we have to part ways here," she said, a tinge of sadness coloring her words. "I'll go home by taxi. We can catch up tonight then. You can just give me the directions to the venue."He nodded in agreement, grateful for her willingness to wait until later. As much as he wanted to tell her everything, his inner turmoil rendered him unable to share his burdens. With a heavy heart, he watched h

His voice was laced with an undeniable air of grave seriousness, leaving no room for further negotiation. As he spoke, his expression grew even more serious, reflecting the weight of his words. "I believe we should bring this discussion to an end," he stated, his expression devoid of any emotion, yet palpably revealing unresolved anger. Her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you truly going to move on?" A sly smirk played across his face, his gaze turning stern."I don't want to have this discussion anymore," he conveyed with a firmness in his voice as he briskly walked out of the room. Once outside, he made his way to his car and just as he climbed in, his phone began to ring. It was his grandpa calling, prompting him to click the answer button without hesitation."Where are you, Ethan? It's almost time for the party. You need to get ready," his grandpa's voice filled with a touch of urgency."I will be there very soon," he replied, his voice composed, giving no indi

"But it's quite unfortunate that my grandson don't wants to review hiself yet, I organized this party for you all to rejoice with me, he'll show hiself to the world when he is ready" A collective look of dismay clouded the faces of everyone in the room as they absorbed the revelation. As the disappointed expressions settled on each face, the party appeared to carry on, driven by the determination of the guests to salvage the evening. Laughter and conversation filled the air, mingling with the upbeat melodies of the music. The room buzzed with a renewed energy as people attempted to cast aside their letdown and embrace the celebration. Glasses clinked together, toasts were raised, and genuine enjoyment emanated from the crowd.Yet amidst the lively ambiance, a sense of discomfort crept into Claire's being. The merriment surrounding her seemed increasingly difficult to sustain. A weighty unease settled upon her, making it challenging to keep up with the buoyant atmosphere. Her smile b