Chapter 182 We'll Get a Divorce

"Go!" Ethan yelled at Dennis up front.

I yanked myself free and banged on the car door. "Dennis, stop the car. I need to get out."

Dennis, predictably, ignored me.

Ethan shoved me back into the seat, and the partition between the front and back seats went up.

He pinned me down, gripping my hands tight, his eyes blazing and his breath ragged.

"Ethan, let go of me." I was surprisingly calm.

Two days later, I was still composed.

I imagined seeing Ethan again-no tears, no drama, just calm, like his choice that night didn't hurt me, and I didn't care. Yeah, I didn't care.

But my calmness seemed to set him off, and he kissed me impulsively.

His lips were hot, his breath warm.

I didn't fight back; I knew it was pointless. I wasn't gonna respond either. I just clenched my fists, gritted my teeth, and endured it.

Maybe my eerie calm and indifference pushed him over the edge. He kept kissing my lips, my face, my eyes, whispering hoarsely, "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" "Sir, where to next?" Dennis asked.

"Home," Ethan said.

"But..." Dennis hesitated.

"I said home," Ethan repeated, more forcefully.

Dennis eventually drove us to the villa entrance. I tried to get out from the other side, but Ethan scooped me up and carried me straight into the villa.

He laid me on the sofa and kept kissing me, but I still didn't respond.

This familiar place made my eyes well up.

I once thought I'd never come back here again.

Ethan cupped my face, kissing my tears, his face pressed against mine, unusually warm. "Baby, I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me, okay?"

"I'm not mad," I said.

Seeing the relief on Ethan's face, I continued with a heavy heart. "I'm just disappointed. It's different from being mad. When you're mad, you can calm down. But when you're disappointed, nothing you say will change my mind. It makes me start thinking about what this relationship really means."

He collapsed beside me, holding me tight like I'd vanish if he let go even a little.

"Baby, don't be disappointed in me." His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable.

I pushed him, but he wouldn't let go.

"Ethan, what's the point of this? You don't need to apologize to me. You've already seen your own heart clearly. I don't blame you. I said before if you meet someone you truly like, just tell me, and I'll willingly divorce you. So, let's get a divorce!"

much my heart was breaking

his face in my neck, his breath hot as he pleaded, "No, I don't want a divorce!

a scared kid afraid of

when I touched his arm, it felt wet and

my hand up to my

what's wrong with you?" I

murmuring, "Don't divorce, Baby, I'm

managed to break free from his grip. He opened his eyes with effort and immediately grabbed my

pain, and his voice was barely a whisper. "Baby,

his suit was black, it wasn't obvious. But when I opened his suit, I saw his white shirt inside was stained red. His blood had also stained me and the sofa. I was trembling with fear. "Ethan, how

don't leave me," he murmured like he was in a

like this, how could my heartache

forehead, and it was

I panicked!

this, how could I leave him to die? Just like he saved me when I was most helpless. One thing at a time, now I have to save his

calling 911." I trembled as I reached for my

don't call!" He grabbed my

that moment,

peephole that it was Dennis. I

a man and a woman, both carrying

so

like seeing a

two doctors moved Ethan to

I stood by, panicking and at

have hot water? Please prepare some," the woman

went downstairs

I brought it back upstairs, they had already taken

my head started pounding, and my legs

to cut up from the cuff of

at me with half-closed eyes, his voice barely a whisper, while raising his other

down," the male doctor

and walked to the other side of the bed, holding

his sleeve, the wound on his shoulder finally

my mouth, staring in disbelief at the

a gunshot

around the wound and then focused on the surgery, while the woman, who seemed to be his assistant, handed him

he didn't make a sound with his eyes closed, the beads of sweat on his forehead gave him away, and I

they were extracting the bullet, I couldn't help but look even though I didn't want to. The moment the

frowned and groaned. I wiped the

doctor quickly applied medication to

of medications. "These are oral meds. I've written down the instructions. Make sure the wound doesn't get wet. Also, he's running a fever now, so make sure he drinks plenty of water

at Ethan lying on the bed and said

to be asleep, but his brows were still furrowed, indicating he wasn't sleeping

walked to the bedside,

didn't get it. How did he end up

forehead; it was still hot. I went to get a towel and placed

Ethan suddenly called out and

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