Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I didn't accept his offer right away. Instead, I asked, "Mr. Grayson, you aren't solely interested in my work. Am I right?"

Ethan looked a little surprised by how straightforward I was, but he regained his composure very soon. "That's right. Your designs are outstanding, but you've caught my attention." At that moment, I felt as though he could see right through me.

He continued, "You're talented and determined. You're tenacious and resilient. I appreciate that."

I never thought he'd say that about me, and I didn't know how to respond.

"Thank you," I told him. "Pardon my abruptness, but I think things aren't that simple. It's so sudden that you want us to collaborate."

"Oh?" Ethan lifted an eyebrow. "What do you think I have in mind then?"

I took a deep breath, mustering my courage. "You suddenly showed goodwill. Was it because of... our past?"

My cheeks burned when I posed the question. Our past wasn't particularly pleasant, after all.

I'm trying to get close to you under the guise of a

cheek burn even more. He

helpless smile. "It's purely business that I asked to collaborate

the past now. We have our own lives to

beyond the pain and regret I once felt, so I shouldn't be

that's the case,

be calm and unperturbed. "I have a condition, though. It'll

me short. "I promise there's nothing but business between the two of us. I won't do

be worried about anymore since he gave his word. As impulsive as he was,

you," he said, extending

didn't hesitate. We shook

over with a new identity, one of which was as a confident and independent designer. After we discussed our collaboration for a