shuhaige
Chapter 67
Over the
course of five years, Ethan Carter's gaze has narrowed to a more mature, steady, yet aloof look. But deep down, he still maintains a sense of determination.
Emma Johnson was right when she said that there was no way, past or future, that they could ever be together. Luckily, she chose to see it clearly and gave up in time, so that she escaped from the cage and saved her life. "What are you looking at?" Ethan suddenly raised his head, those deep eyes with a bit of cunning, and not the coldness that his appearance showed.
Emma couldn't help but feel weak, her cheeks slightly red, then cleared her throat, "Naturally, I'm looking at my legs."
"Really?" His rhetorical question was a bit provocative.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.
Emma's heart tightened, averted her eyes, and responded in a low voice, "What's it to you?"
Ethan laughed softly, didn't say anything else, and continued to busy himself with the matter in hand.
In this subtle atmosphere, the medicine was finally finished, Emma saw him stop moving, and quickly retracted her legs, fearing to touch something she shouldn't have.
Ethan was slightly silent, and finally opened his mouth, "It seems you really have a problem with me."
"You think too much!" Emma's face was expressionless, EVIXION was obvious, "Thank you for taking care of Mr. Ethan just now, please take your time."
"You..." Ethan's clenched fists unclenched again, and finally he turned away helplessly.
Downstairs, Olivia's this mess, let the original birthday party turned into a gossip conference, the joyful atmosphere quickly evolved into whispers, so the party quickly dispersed.
Mr. Carter Sr. sat on the sofa in the living room, glancing upstairs from time to time,
Three Years to Love
his brows locked.
Not long after, Ethan came down, seeing Mr. Carter Sr. as if he was waiting for himself, his heart couldn't help but tighten: "Grandpa."
"Come and sit down!" Mr. Carter Sr. was very concise, and when he sat down beside him, he slowly spoke, "This is a very serious matter today, don't tell me that Emma is the one who provoked her, Emma would never do such a thing! She's the one who's always here, and you got rid of Emma five years ago, and now you want to do it again?"
The last sentence crackled down on Ethan, making him tingle, and it took a long time for him to catch his breath, "I'm sorTY, Grandpa, I'm the one who spoiled your fun
tonight."
"What's the use of apologizing to me? Those three words should be addressed to Emma!" Mr. Carter Sr. was furious, and wanted to continue to reprimand, but suddenly he saw Emma coming downstairs, and immediately put on a smiling face, "Emma, why are you down here? Is your foot better?"
"Much better," Emma nodded, "I came to say goodbye to Grandpa too, it's getting late, I should get back."
"As it is late, stay the night, and make yourself at home." Mr. Carter Sr. said smoothly.
Emma frowned slightly, still trying to refuse, her mind still reeling from the last time she was drugged.
Just then, Ethan's cell phone rang. When he looked at it, the screen showed "Olivia", which instantly caused the other two to look at him sideways. He had to hang up when Mr. Carter Sr. looked at him.
Only a second or two later, Olivia called again, seemingly in a hurry, Ethan frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Grandpa, I have to take this call first."
"Ethan, what are you doing? Why are you answering the phone?" Olivia's voice was gentle, but no longer had the same weakness and dependence as before. Ethan looked out the window, his brow unconsciously furrowed, "Is something wrong?"