Chapter 158


    Just as J walked forward, Ethan grabbed her waist and threw her on his shoulder.


    “Ethan!” J’s eyes sprang open in horror. She screamed and hit his back, but the man continued to


    walk forward.


    With a stone-cold face, Ethan didn’t say a word on the way. When he walked out of the elevator, he


    took out the key, opened the door, and threw J on the sofa.


    “Can you please let me exin?” J asked, her voice breaking almost as if she was about to cry.


    Her head began to spin, so she sank on the sofa. J struggled to sit up, but her stomach churned;


    she wanted to throw up.


    “Fine. Exin!” Ethan leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of the sofa as he stared into


    her eyes.


    J hugged her knees and looked out the window to avoid his sharp gaze.


    Ethan grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.


    “I got a promotion and sry hike. Christopher gave me a gift to congratte me, so I invited him for


    dinner. I drank too much during dinner. I had no idea he had dropped me home. Nothing happened


    between us.” Tears rolled down J’s cheeks and dropped on Ethan’s knuckles.


    He looked like a fierce beast that was about to swallow J alive.


    “Is that all? Why didn’t you tell me that you invited him when we were talking over the phone? Did you


    lie to me?”


    Ethan sounded calm, but J could sense his coldness.


    “Well, he gave me the gift only after I spoke to you. I invited him as a way of thanking him for the gift —


    it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I forgot to tell you about it,” J argued weakly.


    “You were so drunk.” Ethan sneered. “How do you know that he didn’t do anything to you in the car?”


    J was so scared that she didn’t dare to retort. Her shoulders trembled as fresh tears filled her eyes.


    “You have low alcohol tolerance. Why did you drink so much?” Ethan drew a tissue from the table and


    wiped her tears.


    A shiver ran down J’s spine despite the gentleness in his voice.


    The lights in the room were off, so half his face was hidden in the darkness.


    “Well, I was happy. It was fun to be around all my friends, and I was having a good time, so I just drank


    without thinking much.” J curled up and hugged her knees. She wished she could hide from the


    man’s intense gaze.


    Ethan withdrew his hand. Two red fingerprints were etched on her cheek. J had soft, tender skin —


    even a slight pinch would leave marks on her wless cheek.


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    “I called you so many times, but you didn’t answer. Are you deaf?” Ethan stood up, took out her phone,


    and threw it beside her.


    J frowned and saw a series of missed calls from Ethan.


    “I was drunk, and my phone was muted. I didn’t notice it. It wasn’t my fault,” J exined,


    desperately trying to convince him. Her pitiful voice was in stark contrast with his harsh tone.


    “Do you think I’m a fool? You haven’t checked your phone for six hours. Are you going to say you didn’t


    even once look at your phone after you left work?” Ethan’s eyes narrowed. Bile rose in his throat as the


    image of Christopher holding J in his arms shed in his mind.


    “Fuck!” he cursed and pressed J against the sofa. Then, he grabbed her dress to tear it apart.