Chapter 122


The moment Josephine allowed Yvan to get close without pulling away, Ethan clenched his fist so hard his palm ached. The pink rose he had just bought was now crushed into a mess of petals in his grip.

But when he saw the fleeting shock and confusion in her eyes after he pulled away from her touch, regret settled deep in his chest. He had worked so hard to earn her trust, and now he worried that this one move could ruin everything.

"Ms. Dunn, Mr. Dane!" Just then, George's voice cut through the tension. Josephine glanced at him. "Let's go," she said before walking over to George.

Ethan didn't follow immediately. Instead, he turned slightly, his gaze landing on the silver-haired man standing beneath a streetlamp in the distance. Yvan was talking to the woman beside him, his lips curled in a casual smile, but his eyes were locked on Ethan.

The two of them were complete strangers, yet when their eyes met, something ignited—a silent clash, an unspoken hostility that neither of them needed to put into words. It was the kind of animosity only they could understand.

out from a distance, snapping Ethan out of

hesitated on the door handle for a

back was heavy with silence. Ethan sat still in the back seat, and Josephine didn't seem like she wanted to talk either. She rolled down the window and gazed out at the night

was off between them. Not wanting to ask directly, he tried to crack a joke. "Ms. Dunn, why'd

entirely, choosing instead to tease him back. "Oh? So, you talk

chuckled awkwardly. "Well, you two were so quiet. I figured I'd try to lighten

the excuse and ran with it. "We've both had

I see. That makes sense. Alright, I won't bother you

and stayed at her manor, he drove Ethan home first. When they arrived, George got out of the canand courteously opened the door

would've been the polite thing to

sat in silence for a few more seconds before

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