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Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Besides, he wasn’t in a position to converse.
Once he spoke, he felt an overwhelming urge to annihilate that man. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.
Madison, turning to the mirror, saw a renewed reflection of herself, and a decisive chill began to grow deep within her eyes.
Then she answered Ethan’s earlier question: “I’ve already lost everything, what more can he do to me? Plus, I think he’s the one who should be afraid.”
Lucas cared about his reputation and image. If he spread news of her infidelity, he’d be the one unable to face the world.
So Madison was not worried.
She stood up, holding her dress and slipped into her high heels, standing as tall as Ethan leaning against the table.
She was beautiful.
Ethan had known that from the very first glance.
Madison scarcely wore makeup before, her natural beauty always
arent.
ow, fully made up and without a smile, her striking appearance and aura put today’s leading actresses to shame.
Ethan kept his eyes on her, then suddenly asked, “Is your ex-fiance nearsighted?”
Madison, taken aback, replied, “I think so. Why?”
“That explains it.” Ethan stood up straight, dwarfing her once again.
Madison looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, “You’re really tall.”
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Standing this close, she felt the full extent of Ethan’s stature.
His right hand casually tucked in his trouser pocket, he leaned in slightly and asked in a low tone, “You like them tall?”
“What?”
What was he talking about?
Ethan had already stepped back, “Then why did you marry someone who is not only nearsighted but also shorter?”
Lucas was not particularly tall; Madison matched him in heels.
So to Ethan, with his ‘enemy’s filter on, Lucas was nothing but at dwarf.
Curious about the nearsighted comment, Madison inquired, “How do you know he’s nearsighted?”
Ethan strolled out, replying casually, “If he wasn’t, would he neglect such a beautiful wife and fool around with a face full of botox?”
Madison: “…”
Was her boss complimenting her?
side the grand independent mansion.
rly autumn graced the shores of Slandon Harbor in Sophia with a resh visit.
From afar, William watched the woman approach in a black velvet strapless gown, her high heels clicking against the ground.
She was slender and elegant, particularly the lines of her waist and hips, which looked as if they were drawn by an artist’s hand.
Ethan glanced back, then eyed William, “Looks good, doesn’t she?”
William nodded with a smile.
“So you’ve seen enough?”
William’s smile vanished instantly.
The open area was vast, the wind strong, and her long dress created
resistance.
As a gust swept by, making Madison sway slightly, she was about to steady herself when her hand was clasped in his.
She looked up in surprise.
The evening wind tossed her elegant hair freely, and her enticing, slender eyes had sunk into the orange sea of the sunset.
The playful evening breeze seemed to revel in the moment shared between her and the man in the suit in front of her.
Ethan held her hand, his voice steady and reassuring, “Stay behind
me.”
He had returned specifically to escort her.
The dusky light spread across the ground.
Ethan a half step ahead, it seemed that from this moment on, e troubles the world could throw at them would be blocked by
s man.
And she, she just needed to follow closely behind him.
Madison touched her earlobe, which felt strangely warm, “Thank you, President Grant.”
He opened the car door himself, a suggestive smile playing on his face.
Madison had forgotten to mention that Ethan’s voice was more
remarkable than his looks.
It wasn’t husky or cold, but clear and authoritative, especially when he spoke with such clarity and conviction.
Like now.
With one hand propping the car door open, he looked down with a concealed smile-
“My name isn’t President Grant, it’s Ethan.”
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