God–level handsome.
So attractive it was hard to look away.
The moment he saw me, he visibly froze.
As I walked past, he suddenly spoke.
“Chloe.”
“Do you hate me so much that you can’t even
bear to look at me?”
I turned around in confusion, meeting the
handsome stranger’s gaze.
He frowned.
“Why are you pretending not to know me?”
“You’ve been deliberately avoiding me, haven’t you, trying to escape everything from our past life?”
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“But your wishful thinking is wrong.”
Hearing these resentful words, it finally
dawned on me.
So he was Ethan Harris.
He was as handsome as a movie star.
Olivia was wrong.
It was me who’d taken advantage of him.
Seeing me speechless, Ethan’s tone grew
colder.
“Do you really have to avoid me like this?”
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“Not even willing to say a word?”
His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white,
his eyes fixed on me with displeasure.
I really had to pee, dude.
And Olivia told me not to talk to you.
I took off running.
Ethan’s voice followed me.
“Chloe, we were husband and wife for five
years. Even if I did something wrong, can’t we
even be friends?”
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His tall figure stood there, unexpectedly
exuding a sense of grievance.
I couldn’t figure him out.
Why did he insist on being friends with me?
Back at the gala, I confessed about running
into Ethan.
Olivia crushed her soda can, sneering.
Her hostile gaze cut through the crowd.
Not far away sat a slender figure in a white shirt.
