Rewriting My Heart's Fate

I made it! I made a name for myself in the fashion industry on my own! From this moment onward, the name "Evelyn" will be synonymous with Rithor Fashion!

Just then, a commotion broke out in the crowd. Curious, I looked over. In the next second, my entire body froze.

Ethan had appeared on the scene without me noticing. His tall, imposing figure stood like a mountain, and his handsome face was as cold as frost. Dressed in a sleek black suit, he exuded elegance, his frame both slender and upright. The moment our gazes met, it felt like my breath caught in my throat.

He was back in the country?

In those deep, enigmatic eyes swirled emotions that I couldn't begin to comprehend. I wanted to run, but as if I was nailed to the ground, I was unable to move.

Ethan strode forward with long, purposeful steps, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him. Before I knew it, he was standing before me, his towering frame casting an invisible yet palpable pressure over me.

I forced a stiff smile. "What a coincidence, Mr. Grayson. I didn't expect to see you here."

I tried to keep my tone as casual as possible. "Did you come especially to congratulate me? I'm truly flattered."

before I wished I could

into me coldly. His thin lips pressed into a hard, straight line. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke in a low voice. "That's right. I heard you won over the whole of Rithor and opened your own studio. I came specifically

tone was flat, devoid of any discernible

sincerely congratulating me or mocking me for leaving without

in this awkward standoff, I had no idea

aside. I gasped in surprise, instinctively trying to pull free. However,

you doing? Everyone's watching!" I hissed in annoyance, keeping my voice

and tightened his grip on my arm. "I need to talk to you," he said in

secluded corner, my heart pounding with unease. What did he want to say to

memory of that dreadful night flashed through my mind,

further into my thoughts,

apologizing to me? Was the president of the multinational company Grayson Group apologizing

stunned

scared you that night. Thad too much to drink and