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I met his gaze, my voice icy. “You asked for it.”
Ethan seemed drained of energy, his movements slow. He stared at me incredulously. “Natalie, you care about him that much?”
Looking at the man descending into madness, I felt a chill ran down my spine.“Ethan, you’re crazy!”
He laughed, his once warm eyes turned cold and sharp. He caught my chin, his lips brushing against mine. He didn’t know how to release his rage and jealousy; he just wanted to do something to prove I was still his. My eyes widened as I struggled. “Ethan, don’t make me hate you more!”
But he was too strong and my resistance had the opposite effect. As his lips neared mine, I turned my head. Hot tears fell onto his hand.
Ethan flinched, his eyes snapping open. Seeing my tear–filled eyes, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him. A pang of guilt struck him.“Natalie, I…”
Before he could finish, I pushed him away and ran. My heart pounded; tears blurred my vision, but I couldn’t stop. A black Maybach pulled up beside me. The window rolled down; Peter’s assistant, Jack, smiled.“Miss Ellis.” Then, the rear passenger window lowered, revealing a cool, handsome face.
“Get in.”
Peter’s
voice was
concise
and commanding
yet
strangely reassuring.
I didn’t
refuse.
Ethan ran out, only to find a departing Maybach. His eyes were terrifyingly cold, his anger simmering. He stared at the retreating car. He knew the owner–Peter.
Ethan’s breath hitched; his knuckles turned white. He punched a nearby tree trunk; a dull thud echoed through the his heart was far greater. hand. But the pain in air. Blood welled up, staining his In the car, Jack discreetly raised the partition. Silence filled the cramped space. As I calmed down, a navy blue handkerchief appeared before me.
My
were eyes
dark and profound
–
like an
endless
ocean.
His Peter’s. met gaze I took the handkerchief. “Thank you, Mr. Caffrey.” I wondered why I hadn’t recognized him before; he looked the same as he did when he was a child.
He leaned slightly, his voice as clear as a spring. “If you don’t want him to bother you, don’t meet him alone.” “I didn’t. He took me to his place when I was sick, I explained.
Peter’s gaze deepened. He said to Jack, Go to the hospital.”
“Yes.”
“I’m better now,” I said.
“Another checkup won’t hurt,” Peter said calmly.
Before I could refuse, he added, “Next time, call the police or me.”
His low, resonant voice was incredibly reassuring. I touched the navy blue silk handkerchief. The silk was smooth
and luxurious.
Looking at Peter, I couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Caffrey, are you being so kind because we’re childhood friends?”
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I met his gaze, my voice icy.“You asked for it.”
Ethan seemed drained of energy, his movements slow. He stared at me incredulously. “Natalie, you care about him that much?”
Looking at the man descending into madness, I felt a chill ran down my spine. “Ethan, you’re crazy!” He laughed, his once warm eyes turned cold and sharp. He caught my chin, his lips brushing against mine. He didn’t know how to release his rage and jealousy; he just wanted to do something to prove I was still his.
you more!” My eyes widened as I struggled.“Ethan, don’t make me hate
But he was too strong and my resistance had the opposite effect. As his lips neared mine, I turned my head. Hot tears fell onto his hand.
Ethan flinched, his eyes snapping open. Seeing my tear–filled eyes, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him. A pang of guilt struck him.“Natalie, I…”
Before he could finish, I pushed him away and ran. My heart pounded; tears blurred my vision, but I couldn’t stop. A black Maybach pulled up beside me. The window rolled down; Peter’s assistant, Jack, smiled.“Miss Ellis.” Then, the rear passenger window lowered, revealing a cool, handsome face.
“Get in.”
Peter’s
concise
I didn’t refuse. and commanding yet strangely reassuring. voice was Ethan ran out, only to find a departing Maybach. His eyes were terrifyingly cold, his anger simmering. He stared at the retreating car. He knew the owner–Peter.
Ethan’s breath hitched; his knuckles turned white. He punched a nearby tree trunk; a dull thud echoed through the far greater. was his heart But the pain in air. Blood welled up, staining his hand. In the car, Jack discreetly raised the partition. Silence filled the cramped space. As I calmed down, a navy blue handkerchief appeared before me.
My gaze
Peter’s. met
His
eyes
were
dark and profound
–
like
an
endless
ocean.
I took the handkerchief.“Thank you, Mr. Caffrey.” I wondered why I hadn’t recognized him before; he looked the same as he did when he was a child.
He leaned slightly, his voice as clear as a spring.“If you don’t want him to bother you, don’t meet him alone.”
“I didn’t. He took me to his place when I was sick,” I explained.
Peter’s gaze deepened. He said to Jack, “Go to the hospital.”
“Yes.”
“I’m better now,” I said.
“Another checkup won’t hurt,” Peter said calmly.
Before I could refuse, he added, “Next time, call the police or me.”
His low, resonant voice was incredibly reassuring. I touched the navy blue silk handkerchief. The silk was smooth
and luxurious.
Looking at Peter, I couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Caffrey, are you being so kind because we’re childhood friends?”
