Ethan''s intentions were clear, but this was just too wild. I remembered I hadn''t locked the door, and someone could walk in any moment. That would be embarrassing. I nervously pushed him away. "I worked all night, I''m tired."


    Ethan wasn''t backing off. He leaned in and whispered, "Don''t worry about being tired, I''ll do the work."


    I couldn''t resist him, but I was worried about the unlocked door.


    He probably knew this wasn''t the ce for a long session, so he got straight to the point. "Honey, I can give you everything you want and make you the happiest woman." I could barely think, vaguely understanding he was talking about his CEO status.


    I stammered, "Money doesn''t always bring happiness, and not having money doesn''t mean unhappiness. When I didn''t have money before, having family around made me happy." Ethan smiled. Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.


    Ethan grabbed an ashtray and threw it at the door. It hit with a loud thud and shattered. The knocking stopped immediately. Seeing him so frustrated made me want tough a little.


    A few minutester, everything calmed down. We straightened our clothes, and Ethan went to open the door.


    The door really hadn''t been locked, but the assistant didn''t daree in without a response. It seemed Ethan was usually a strict boss. He probably knew they wouldn''t daree in, which was why he felt so free earlier. The assistant stood at the door, trembling, scared by the noise.


    "What is it?" Ethan''s expression was serious, and his demeanor turned cold.


    "Mr. Windsor, the editor-in-chief of Starlight Times is here." The assistant kept his head down, not daring to look at him.


    Ethan acknowledged and nced at me.


    I thought he was going to send me away, but he said, "Let him in."


    He then sat back in his chair, resuming hisposed demeanor.


    I sat on the sofa where we had just been, still able to smell the lingering scent of hormones in the air.


    Soon, the editor-in-chief of Starlight Times arrived. He nced at me, then ignored me, shaking hands with Ethan before sitting opposite him.


    "Mr. Rivera, sorry to keep you waiting." Ethan said, his eyes briefly meeting mine. It felt like a spark of electricity.


    Feeling uneasy, I looked away.


    Derek Rivera smiled and said, "It''s okay, Mr. Windsor is very busy, I understand."


    I wanted tough, especially seeing Ethan''s serious demeanor, but I held it in, pretending to flip through a magazine.


    "The interview we discussedst time, when would be a good time for you, Mr. Windsor?" Derek asked politely.


    My eyes were on the magazine, but my thoughts were on their conversation. ''Could it be that thest time at the bar, they were discussing an interview for Ethan? But that''s not a secret, so why did Ethan have to avoid me?'' This financial magazine was really boring, so I took out my phone and realized it had been off sincest night.


    When I turned it on, several messages came through, all from Seagull:


    [Emmy, are you free? I want to talk to you. It feels like we haven''t had a good chat in a long time.]


    [I''m considering whether toe back. What do you think?]


    [Emmy, you seem very busytely?]


    [Good night!]


    The messages were from around 10 PMst night.


    I quickly replied: [Seagull, sorry, my phone was offst night.]


    A momentter, Seagull replied with a long string of crying emojis, then another message: [I thought you didn''t want to see me!]


    ''Does he mean he''sing to Starlight City and wants to meet me?'' I replied: [How could that be? I''m really looking forward to it!]


    I felt both nervous and excited. After chatting for so many years and getting so much help from him, I was finally going to meet Seagull in person. I always imagined him as a gentle, sunny guy. I wondered if he''d match my imagination, what he''d think of me, and if my appearance would disappoint him.


    [I''m looking forward to it too!] Seagull replied.


    I looked up from my phone to see Ethan watching me. ''Is my phone too noisy for him?''


    Just then, my phone rang. It was Be, saying she wanted to buy a house and asked me to go with her.


    Ethan probably got the gist of the conversation and said, "You can go. I''ll call youter."


    I took a cab to the ce Be mentioned. She was waiting at the entrance.


    Be was wearing a loose white T-shirt and ck leather shorts, with brown sunsses, looking very stylish.


    "Why did you suddenly decide to buy a house?" I asked.


    Be put her arm around me as we walked in. "I can''t stand living with Andrea anymore."


    "Did


    your dad find out about her?"


    Be scoffed, "She is more cunning than you think. Before I could tell my dad, she went to him and confessed, saying it was just a moment of confusion and that her heart never betrayed him. My dad can''t live without her, so he forgave her." Even I, an outsider, found it unbelievable. "Your dad is really forgiving."


    "That''s why I want to buy a house. I don''t want to live with them anymore. It''s too annoying to see them."


    As we listened to the saleswoman''s pitch, Be asked, "Why was your phone off when I called you yesterday?"


    Since Be asked, I told her what had happened in the past two days. She poked my forehead after hearing it. "Emmy, where''s yourmon sense? You didn''t even ask clearly and got into a fight, then went to follow him? It was just a simple question, but you made it soplicated and hurt yourself. Was it worth it? And is Ethan that kind of person? Not to me. You''ve spent more time with him than I have. How can you not trust him?"


    Be was probably right. It was just a simple question, and I would have understood if I had asked. But at the time, I didn''t have the courage to ask directly.


    Ethan called, saying he had a social event tonight and told me to take a cab home.


    Be didn''t find a house she liked after looking at several ces and had other things to do, so she left. I was on the bus when I saw a wedding car pass by, reminding me to check the calendar on my phone.


    It was already August 10th, just four days until Arthur''s wedding. I thought the next time I saw him, he''d be dressed in a suit as the groom. But unexpectedly, I ran into him the day before the wedding.


    That afternoon, I didn''t feel like eating hospital food, so I went out for some pasta. I randomly chose a ce to sit, only to find Arthur sitting across from me. It was such a dramatic encounter.


    Arthur was eating pasta. When he looked up and saw me, he paused for a moment, then continued eating before asking, "Your husband didn''t take you to a fancy restaurant?"


    I didn''t expect his first words to be sarcastic, so I didn''t hold back either. Seeing he was eating the cheapest pasta without even a piece of meat, I said, "Mr. Miller, you''re going to be a groom tomorrow, and you''re eating so poorly the day before your wedding?"N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    Arthur was at a loss for words, so he ignored me.


    I could guess why he was eating so poorly. Vivian was so extravagant, and he couldn''t control her, so he had to save from his own expenses.


    But no matter what, the wedding expenses couldn''t be saved. He looked haggard, probably under a lot of pressure.


    At that time, I didn''t know that something big was about to happen at Arthur''s wedding.