Her face fell, disappointment etching itself into her features. The weight of worry settled upon her heart, as she couldn't help but wonder why her mother continually engaged in thoughtless actions, seemingly unaware of the potential repercussions that her own daughter might bear due to her elusive character. "I am sorry, I will talk to her," she said, her expression genuinely remorseful. The lines on her face revealed the inner conflict she felt, torn between loyalty to her mother and her own desire for a more considerate approach."It will be better if you do that, because I won't tolerate such rubbish in the future. She shouldn't go beyond her limit by meddling in my affairs," he stated firmly, his tone carrying a vulnerable yet assertive warmth. "I have tolerated her craziness while in your house, but now I want to take responsibility. So she better back off," he added, a sly grin forming on his face as he delivered his warning. The mixed emotions in his voice gave a glimpse of
He couldn't help but question whether his actions would be misinterpreted, fearing the potential consequences if she were to fall ill due to the harsh weather conditions. Despite his underlying annoyance, he continued to shield her from the elements. The protective gesture conveyed his ultimately selfless desire to keep her safe and healthy, even at the risk of facing unfavorable opinions. In that multifaceted moment, a clash of emotions resonated beneath his words, reflecting the complexity of their relationship and the sacrifices he was willing to make for her well-being."You will get cold," she stated, her brows furrowed in genuine concern. Her face betrayed a mosaic of emotions, reflecting her apprehension for his well-being. She couldn't help but express her worries, wanting to ensure his comfort and safety. A teasing smile danced upon his lips as he responded."I am a man, what type of husband am I if I can't take care of you?" His playful remark carried a hint of affectionate
She was taken aback by his unexpected resentment at this particular situation. She had never witnessed him exhibit such aggression before, and it surprised her. Confused and genuinely concerned, she addressed him by saying. "What are you talking about, Ethan? You know I would never want to do something like that to you. I was merely expressing my genuine concern for your well-being." She tried her best to explain her intentions, hoping he would understand.His words reverberated through the room, his tone echoing loudly, overflowing with a mix of raw sentiment and boiling anger. Every word dripped with disbelief and frustration as he shattered their connection with his merciless words. "I don't believe a single word you say," he uttered, his voice charged with bitterness. "I'm done with this. I'm getting out of here." Each word carried the weight of his decision, his resolve to sever ties evident in his resolute tone. The lingering venom in his voice pierced the air, leaving no do
"Come to my house," he said abruptly, his voice betraying a hint of urgency. "That's all I ask of you." With a quiet click, he swiftly ended the call, revealing his reluctance to engage in any superfluous emotional conversation with her.He reached for the untouched bottle of beer, popping the cap effortlessly as a satisfying hiss escaped. Tilting his head back, he eagerly pressed the cold glass against his lips, relishing the refreshing taste as it cascaded down his throat. Just as he was preparing to indulge in yet another bottle, his phone pierced the air with an intrusive ring. Reflexively, he retrieved the device from the table, his hand instinctively guiding it to his ear. Without pausing to check the caller ID, he awaited the voice on the other end, its identity shrouded in uncertainty."I am right in front of your door," Clarissa pointed out, her voice ringing with a sense of urgency. A wave of astonishment washed over him, causing his brows to furrow in confusion. Unable to
"That can't be the truth," he declared, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and confusion. Uncertainty hung in the air, enveloping the room in a cloud of doubt. His mind raced, desperately searching for any flicker of recollection, but he drew a blank. He simply couldn't recall ever crossing paths with her before, beyond that fleeting encounter at the necklace store. The absence of recognition left him grappling with a sense of unease, questioning the veracity of her claim."Why would you know, when you haven't been paying attention to me?" she questioned, her voice filled with a hint of hurt. Every attempt she made to capture his attention seemed to have been in vain, leaving her feeling helpless and invisible. The weight of her worries manifested in her explanation, each word heavy with frustration and disappointment. It was as if all her efforts had been futile, like whispers lost in the wind, unheard and overlooked."So why are you only approaching now?" he demanded, his tone
Chapter 34"Beer is cool, so I guess we should share from this," she suggested with a hint of enthusiasm, her words accompanied by a light chuckle. However, he responded with a skeptical chuckle of his own, indicating his doubts about her proposition. "I don't think that's a good idea. I don't share drinks with anyone," he retorted, his tone firmly asserting his preference."That sounds like a lie," she chuckled, her voice filled with a hint of playfulness, as she moved closer to him. "What are you doing? Stay where you are," he responded in an authoritative tone, his voice carrying a sense of command. "Can you stop being dramatic? I am not going to hurt you," she reassured with a bittersweet tone, emphasizing her sincerity. "I just feel like the distance between us is too much.""Stop there already; let's maintain the distance," he pointed out, his voice tinged with a sense of caution. The words carried a hidden tension, echoing the uncertainty that was gnawing at him. He couldn'
"What if you never win," he demanded, his eyes scanning her intentions with intensity. "Trust the future to decide that," she responded calmly. "Both Claire and Adrianna will need to bring their absolute best to the table to defeat me in this.""Okay, let's see how you do that," he replied, his tone tinged with skepticism. However, despite his reservations, he felt it was important to express his true feelings. "But I think it will be better if we maintain this relationship as friends," he let out, his words carefully conveying his lack of interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with her."You don't know me well," she retorted, her voice laced with frustration. "I have been crushing on you for over 4 years now, and you think I'm content with just being your friend? I want to win a chance with you," she said dismissively, the words falling from her lips as if she had grown tired of waiting for something more"It's obvious your mind is made up," he said with a hint of skepticism,
"Hello," Ethan says, his voice filled with a hint of exhaustion and a touch of curiosity. "Young master, hope you're good?" Clinton's voice resonates through the phone, laced with a mix of concern and respect. Ethan responds with a nod, his movements unseen but implied. "Are you there?" Clinton questions, a flicker of uncertainty creeping into his words as he realizes their lack of visual connection. "Why did you call?" Ethan asked, his voice tinged with a subtle trace of interest, wondering about the purpose of the unexpected conversation. "To ask when you're moving in," Clinton replies, his tone shifting slightly as he transitions from lingering curiosity to a more matter-of-fact tone, hinting at the practical nature of their discussion."What if I say I am not moving in with him?" Ethan asks, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance and skepticism. "You have to, young master. Your Grandfather has been preparing for your arrival," Clinton explains earnestly, his voice carrying