Chapter 105 No Marriage, But We Have to Be Together
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I had been through this myself, so how could I not understand the meaning behind that look in his eyes? Sigh… Pure–hearted men are just so charming. Those eyes of his, full of unspoken words, stir up the still waters of my heart without even trying.
I replied vaguely, “You need to be more realistic. Don’t pin your hopes on a married woman.”
But Ethan’s voice was unusually firm. “You’re going to get divorced eventually, aren’t you?”
I was startled. Why does he sound so certain? Can he read my mind?
“Everyone in the company knows about Mr. Hartwell and Queena. I don’t believe you don’t,” Ethan said, his voice low and aggrieved, his expression pitiful and heart–tugging.
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really know how to hit a nerve.” I shot him a glare, but he just looked at me, eyes full of concern.
My fingers tightened around the armrest as I gave him an answer. “Yes, you guessed right. I’m going to divorce him sooner or later.
A faint light seemed to break into Ethan’s once–shadowed eyes, as if sunlight had finally pierced through. The gloomy look vanished, and he smiled as he asked, “Sooner or later–so when exactly? Tomorrow morning? Or tomorrow night?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “You think divorce is as simple as eating or sleeping? Morning or night, seriously?”
Getting scolded by me seemed to delight him–he giggled to himself for a bit, then asked seriously, “So now that you know how close they are… Do you and Mr. Hartwell still sleep together?”
That question stumped me.
How should I put this? Despite Shawn’s messy love life, his physique and stamina were impressive. Besides, I had long stopped pretending to be some chaste and noble woman. If it’s available, why not make use of it? He was still better than some random gigolo on the street.
“Uhm, that’s a bit much. I cleared my throat and ended the topic.
“So you still do, huh?” A cloud of jealousy instantly enveloped Ethan.
I turned to look at him, thinking. This guy owns his own tech company, and yet he’s still this pure?
“When you have a woman of your own, you’ll understand. Try to see the bigger picture.” I got up and started walking, and Ethan followed behind like a loyal puppy I couldn’t shake off.
I walked, paused, walked again, and he mimicked my every step.
Noticing the time, I realized it was already afternoon, and I hadn’t eaten. I said to him, “Let’s part ways here. Don’t follow me back to the hotel. Shawn isn’t stupid. He’s already suspecting something between us… though honestly, there’s not much between us
“I like you. Doesn’t that count?” Ethan, as always, was bold and direct. Compared to him. I–a married woman–seemed downright innocent.
“It counts. But just because you like me doesn’t mean we can mess around right now. Ethan, just wait a little longer. You’ll be the first person I turn to after my divorce:
“Really?” His eyes lit up slightly, like he’d just won a prize.
“Min–hmm” I nodded with a smile. “But let’s be clear–I’m not getting married again”
ur loss you
aside.”
His expression froze, and he looked at me with hurt in his eyes. “I’m not Shawn. I won’t use you or
Chapter 105 No Marriage, But We Have to Be Together
I suddenly burst out laughing. Sigh, teasing him, watching him blush–looks like I’ve turned bad too.
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I wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or angry, but his handsome face turned bright red, and his hands clenched subtly. “Fine, no marriage–but we have to be together.”
Those soulful eyes of his actually put me in a great mood. I gave him a verbal promise. “Yeah, we will. I’m off now.”
He rushed over to open the car door for me. “Stay safe. Text me when you get there.”
“Sorry, I don’t want to leave any evidence. The text is already too much,” I said as I slipped into the car.
By the time I got back to the hotel, it was already past four in the afternoon. Shawn was nowhere to be found.
I had the hotel send up some food and booked a separate room for myself. I’d decided I wasn’t going to stay with Shawn anymore. If he shamelessly came knocking. I’d just feed him the supplement my mother–in–law gave me. I was pretty sure she’d gone to some desperate back–alley herbalist again for a so–called “ancestral remedy.” It probably didn’t work–it might even be poisonous.
As I ate in the hotel room, Shawn called.
I picked up mid–bite. His voice was low and calm as he asked, “Where are you?”
“At the hotel.” I replied.
“You’re back?” His tone lifted slightly.
“Yes.
“Did you have fun?” he asked, pretending g to care.
My heart skipped a beat. What does he mean by that? Don’t tell me that he had someone follow me to Sertonia Bay and caught me with Ethan.
