Chapter 157 The Angry Ethan


    Christopher''s heart raced in his chest as he leaned closer to J.


    "Ethan..." J mumbled softly, shattering all the intimacy into pieces.


    The light in Christopher''s eyes dimmed in an instant. He immediately stopped and sat upright as the


    corners of his mouth twitched. The light outside the window fell on his face, outlining his features.


    He looked hurt.


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    He restrained his emotions and lifted the coat on her shoulders. "It''s all right. Go to sleep."


    He turned his head and looked out of the window.


    The Korean restaurant they had dinner in the evening was quite far from J''s home. When they


    arrived, it was already past midnight. The moon hung among the foamy clouds, casting a silver light


    on thend.


    J was drunk; she had no idea what she was doing. Her arms dangled out of her coat as she


    waved her hands. Her loose shirt, unbuttoned on the top, slid to her shoulders, revealing her


    cleavage and cor bones. "Hmm, it''s ufortable here. My back hurts a lot."


    "Hey, J, don''t move. You''re home." Christopher''s mouth became dry. He hurriedly lifted the coat


    and wrapped it around J, revealing nothing but her flushed face.


    "Well, hurry up and carry me upstairs. I''m so sleepy." J leaned back and slumped onto the back


    seat of the taxi as soon as Christopher got out.


    Christopher wanted to drag her out of the taxi, but J didn''t seem to cooperate with him, so he


    bent forward and lifted her off the car.


    Just as he was about to put her down, a strong force pulled J from his arms.


    "What the hell?" Christopher looked up and saw a strong figure standing in front of him.


    The dim light on the street cast long shadows, making Ethan look like a towering mountain that


    seemed to even block the dazzling moon.


    "You were holding her with such ferocity!" Ethan sneered. His droopy eyes turned murderous as he


    looked at Christopher. Then, he turned to look at the woman in his arms. A frown lined his forehead,


    and his jaw tightened.


    "You''ve misunderstood me. I''m here to drop J," Christopher hurriedly exined.


    Ethan ignored him and gently put J down and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, forcing her


    to stand steadily. Seeing that her wobbly feet didn''t support her, he held her shoulder tightly to offer


    more support. "Don''t you know how to walk? Why are you asking others to carry you?" he chided


    her.


    "Ouch!" J yelped in pain as she felt someone was crushing her shoulder. The pain made her


    sober up a little.


    When she opened her blurry eyes, her gaze fell on Ethan, who was a picture of pure rage. His


    sharp eyes were like bullets waiting to pierce through her. J trembled with fright.


    "Are you awake?" Ethan sneered and fixed her clothes. "Can you stand on your own now?"


    His venomous words and the anger in his eyes seemed to sober J up. She nodded and stood


    beside Ethan, trying to bnce her weight.


    Christopher took a deep breath. "Mr. Lester, don''t get me wrong. J got drunk during dinner. I


    wanted to safely drop her home. Nothing happened," he exined to prevent any


    misunderstanding.


    Ethan''s towering presence made Christopher look insignificant. His exnation only seemed to


    worsen things.


    "Only guilty people feel the need to exin, Mr. Garrison." Ethan looked cold and indifferent. His


    one arm was wrapped around J, who was swaying around like a puppet dangling from the rope.


    "I''ll deal with youter."


    With that, he took J away.