Chương 83: Do not eat with other men
Ethan sat for a moment before getting up and heading towards the upstairs bedroom.
Amelia waited until he went upstairs, stealthily glancing outside, but there was no one in sight and no sound. "He really came back alone," she muttered to herself, closing the door and making her way upstairs.
Entering the bedroom, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Through the glass window, she could faintly see Ethan's tall figure. Amelia stood there for a moment, her lips curling into a warm smile. She turned around and noticed his pajamas neatly placed nearby. She gently picked them up and lightly knocked on the bathroom door, "Your pajamas are outside, just reach out to grab them."
Under the shower, Ethan heard her voice, surprised and delighted at the same time. His heart skipped a beat. Furrowing his brows slightly, he wondered why she was still here at this hour.
Finishing quickly, he reached out for the pajamas, got dressed, and walked out while towel-drying his hair. Looking around, he searched for Amelia. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone filled with both surprise and joy.
Looking at him sitting there, Amelia's eyes appeared slightly dark, her complexion somewhat fatigued. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was nearly two o'clock in the morning.
Walking over to sit beside her, Ethan touched her face with his hand, unable to conceal the concern in his deep gaze. "Why aren't you sleeping? Staying up late is harmful to your health."
Amelia remained silent, looking straight at him. His face was still as handsome as ever, there was no man more handsome than him. In his deep eyes, there was an obvious tenderness.
A hint of alcohol lingered in the air as Amelia leaned closer to him, deliberately taking a sniff. Ethan, noticing her actions, scooted slightly away, creating some distance between them. "Is that alcohol I smell? Have you been drinking?" she asked, a hint of displeasure mixed with her curiosity.
Coming back so drunk at this hour, there must be something going on.
Ethan nodded lightly, "I did drink quite a bit. The clients were quite formidable, and I had to keep up. Hodgkin brought me back. He doesn't know about our new place, so he dropped me off here." His tone was calm, and his gaze sincere as he looked at her.
Amelia blinked in surprise. Hodgkin brought him back?
This is so strange. Hodgkin, the manager of Chinchol Manor, had time to bring him back? Seeing Amelia's slightly furrowed brow, Ethan reached out and placed his hand on her forehead, gently brushing it. "No frowning allowed."
"Is that true?" she asked, her face stiff with a pouting expression, her two watery eyes fixed on him.
Ethan nodded and displayed his own confusion. "Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be at the new place?"
"..."
"So that's how it is. It seems like we're destined to be together," Ethan remarked.
"As if you would be happy for me to stay there," Amelia smiled lightly, looking at him while quietly muttering to herself.
"Have you eaten?" he asked.
"Mhm, I ate out," Amelia replied directly.
Curiously, Ethan looked at her. "At Chinchol Manor? I didn't see you there. I was also at Chinchol Manor."
"No, I was at Savoria Bistro, and I even ran into Michael," Amelia said, adjusting her pillow.
Michael, her ex-boyfriend.
Ethan blinked in surprise and asked softly, "That restaurant was a place you used to go to?"
"Yes, I've been there several times before, and the owner almost recognized me," Amelia said unabashedly. In front of him, there was no need for lies. She always said whatever was on her mind.
Ethan's voice turned deep and low, "Mhm," as he frowned slightly. "It must have been romantic, going to the old store with your former boyfriend, wasn't it?" His tone grew somber, but his voice remained gentle.
Amelia didn't think too much about it and simply nodded, offering a faint smile. "It's quite a coincidence that we ended up eating together." After saying this, she couldn't help but find Michael's appearance amusing. How did she ever like someone like him in the past?
In Ethan's profound gaze, a heavy and chilly atmosphere settled. He sternly called out, "Amelia!"
Caught off guard by his loud shout, Amelia jumped in surprise. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you shouting so loudly? You scared me."
"..." No response.
Looking up at Ethan, she saw his face turning cold, almost freezing, and his eyes resembled distant mountains in the dark night, somewhat terrifying.
"What's the matter?" she asked, lowering her head and carefully recollecting what had just happened. How did everything suddenly change?
She mentioned Michael, having dinner with Michael... oh no, this cold-faced CEO wouldn't be pleased.
"In my presence, you dare to think about other men," he stated chillingly, causing the temperature in the room to drop instantly. She felt a chill run through her, as if the atmosphere itself had turned icy.
"I... he approached me, saying I resembled Amelia," Amelia said, feeling a little lost. No matter how she explained it, it didn't seem appropriate.
But Ethan should believe her, right? After all, Michael was also someone who had framed her. There was no way she would have any other intentions towards him.
His profound gaze remained fixed on her, seemingly emitting a constant chill. Amelia didn't dare to get too close to him, curling up on the side like a pitiful little rabbit. Occasionally, she would raise her head to steal a glance.
"You're not allowed to have meals with other men in the future, and you're not allowed to mention it," Ethan commanded in a serious and stern tone. After saying this, he sat down beside her.
Amelia looked at his angry expression, feeling a bit intimidated. She didn't say anything and lay down, preparing to sleep. If he didn't ask, she wouldn't bring it up either. Asking himself and then complaining when others mentioned it...
It was just a meal, deliberately leaving a business card behind, all for the purpose of using him to gather information in the future. It's better not to explain. The more she explained, the more complicated it became. He was simply... neurotic and petty.
Ethan watched Amelia's back as she turned away from him, he sighed in relief and lay there, closing his eyes. This woman could only belong to him. How dare she have a meal with another man, especially an ex-boyfriend? She's really foolish. If there's a next time, he would definitely teach her a lesson.
Neither of them spoke, listening to the ticking sound of the clock, making the room unusually quiet. It was late at night, and they both slowly fell asleep, back to back.
The next day, Amelia woke up to find that Ethan was no longer there. She reached out and felt the place where he had slept, but it was already cold. It seemed like he had gotten up some time ago.
Checking the time, she realized there was only half an hour until it was time for work. Amelia quickly got out of bed, put on her slippers, and hurried downstairs, looking around. The place was empty, with no trace of Ethan.
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