Curiosity hung in the air as Clinton's words left Ethan eager to hear the details of his parents' story. "How?" he asked, anticipation building in his voice.A mischievous smile played upon Clinton's lips as he recounted the memory. "Your dad," he began, "was utterly clueless when it came to asking a lady out. He stumbled over his words and panicked in the most endearing way. It's a wonder he was lucky enough that the feelings were mutual. Otherwise, I could imagine your mother playfully rejecting him," he said, his tone lighthearted and full of fondness.Ethan couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound filling the room, a delightful reminder of the joy that these shared memories brought. For a moment, the weight of their current circumstances seemed to lift, replaced by a genuine connection and shared laughter."Wow! Young master, I didn't realize you had such a wonderful laugh," Clinton beamed with genuine joy. "I'm delighted to have brought some laughter into your day," he ex
As they crossed the threshold and entered the building, a hushed energy filled the room. Faces turned towards them, eyes lighting up with anticipation. The atmosphere crackled with a sense of anticipation and welcoming.Amidst the sea of familiar faces, Adriana, standing by Grandpa Richard's side, couldn't help but break into a radiant smile as she laid eyes on Ethan entering with his mother. The room seemed to brighten as their presence infused it with warmth and joy.Grandpa Richard, affectionately known as the pillar of the family, rose from his seat with an expression that mirrored the sun's rays. A bright smile stretched across his face as he basked in the happiness of the moment."I am excited," he declared, his voice brimming with genuine joy. "You've finally chosen to stay with your family."His words resonated deeply, a testament to the collective longing for unity and togetherness. The room erupted in gentle applause, a chorus of encouragement and support for this significan
"I am so excited that I am surrounded by my family. It's a pleasure" Ethan said."Ethan," Tai called gently, her words filled with warmth and curiosity as they strolled towards his apartment. "I couldn't help but wonder, why did you choose to have your own separate space? Is there a reason you prefer not to be closer to us?"Ethan paused for a moment, considering Tai's question with genuine thoughtfulness. His appreciation for his newfound family was apparent in the softness of his gaze and the grateful smile that graced his lips. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before speaking."Tai, I want you to know that I am incredibly grateful to be surrounded by such a loving and welcoming family," Ethan began, his voice laced with sincerity. "Choosing to have my own space was not a reflection of any desire to distance myself from all of you. On the contrary, it was a decision I made with careful consideration and an earnest intention."A gentle breeze rustled through the trees,
"Can we please shift our focus away from the property discussions?" Ethan requested, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "I came here for a reason that goes beyond mere property matters. Let's put an end to this conversation here."Nodding his head in agreement, Kingsley acknowledged Ethan's request. The discussion about property was brought to a halt as they both recognized the need to move on to other topics.With the atmosphere now relieved of the weighty subject, they engaged in casual conversation, touching upon various random subjects. Kingsley took the opportunity to share his valuable experiences and insights from his time at the company, offering Ethan a glimpse into what his future might hold. They delved into a multitude of topics, sharing stories, anecdotes, and laughter along the way, temporarily setting aside the weighty matter that had momentarily consumed their attention.The evening had finally descended upon them, casting a soft glow over the surroundings as
"Nope," he replied, his voice tinged with a sense of caution, "I can't just jump to conclusions like that." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of a murder case. It was clear that he understood the gravity of the situation and the need for utmost care in handling it.As he spoke, his eyes darted around the room, scanning for any signs of evidence or clues that could shed light on the case. His posture remained tense, his mind working through every possible scenario, determined not to let impulsive assumptions cloud his judgment.With a tone of firm reason, he continued, "This is a murderer case, after all, and it demands a cautious approach. We cannot afford to accuse people without concrete evidence. It's crucial to treat this investigation with the sensitivity it requires."Leaning forward, his voice filled with conviction, he pointed out, "I don't want to do a thing I will later regret. We must tread carefully, gathering all the facts, analyzing every angle, and leavin
"Hush, Ethan," she hushed him, her voice barely above a whisper. There was a hint of fear in her eyes, as though she feared the consequences of their encounter being overheard by others. Attempting to regain control of the situation, she spoke with a pleading undertone, her voice tinged with remorse. "Please, Ethan, I can explain," she implored, as if she yearned for him to understand her actions, to grant her some form of forgiveness.His surprise began to simmer beneath the surface, and he demanded answers, desperate to understand the situation. "Can you tell me who he is?" he demanded, his voice brimming with frustration. "You don't have to sabotage us, Ethan," she pleaded, her voice tinged with both vulnerability and frustration. Her words carried a heavy weight, revealing a truth that had been kept hidden. "He's my boyfriend," she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. "But he's not from a rich home, and I am sure Dad would reject him if I told him about this."As she spoke, sa
"Are you done yelling, Clarissa?" he demanded firmly, his tone remaining calm despite the storm brewing within him."Stop getting me mad. How can you be so cruel?" she responded sadly from the other end of the conversation. Her voice carried a mix of hurt and confusion as she struggled to comprehend his sudden departure. "You never told me you would be moving out. How can you do such a thing?"He took a deep breath, attempting to maintain composure as he addressed her distress. "Why are you so sad about it?" he inquired gently, his words carefully chosen. "You are being clingy, and I am not even treating you well. Don't you think you should stop searching for me?"His voice remained composed, striving not to exacerbate her pain. He yearned to shield her from further harm, even as they navigated the complexities of their deteriorating relationship.So you moved out because of me?" She asked.."Not at all, even though you may have frustrated me and caused some lost time, I still believe
Chapter 59"It's good you like it," he replied, his voice laced with a sense of satisfaction. "I told someone to pick a more expensive place for me." His words dripped with subtle pride, as if to assert his affluent status. The crisp white tablecloth and fine bone china showcased the opulence of the establishment, creating an ambiance of indulgence and exclusivity."I never realized you also show off, maybe people change," she said with a smile, her eyes flickering with a mixture of amusement and surprise. The comment lingered in the air, a gentle tease laced with curiosity and a touch of playfulness."Just like yourself, this isn't typically you," he pointed out, his voice carrying a hint of observation. There was a slight twinge of discomfort in his tone, a subtle reminder that her departure from her usual casual attire had caught his attention. The contrast in their styles seemed to spark a hint of unease, as if he was trying to decipher the motives behind her newfound elegance."I