Chapter 158 Questioning


    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.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.


    "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.


    "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.