Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

"Thanks, but I'm fine," Emma said softly, a hint of gratitude in her voice.

Feeling a bit clearer now, Emma decided it was time to head back. She had been out for a while, and she worried that Ethan might be getting anxious looking for her.

As she turned to leave, she stumbled slightly on the threshold. Ethan, quick on his feet, swiftly caught her before she could fall. Emma found herself unceremoniously thrust into his embrace.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Emma's mind went blank, completely caught off guard by the closeness.

Not far away, a pair of dark eyes watched intently.

"Be careful, there's a threshold here," Ethan said gently, his voice low and soothing. It was only then that Emma snapped back to reality, hurriedly stepping out of his arms, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Thank you," she mumbled, feeling the heat rise in her face.

Ethan chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, exuding a warmth that made him seem approachable and kind.

However, that moment was quickly interrupted when Ethan's expression turned stormy as he marched over with deliberate strides. He seized Emma's arm, pulling her forcefully into the suite without any tenderness. "What the hell are you doing, Ethan?" Emma frowned, glowering at him, clearly displeased.

"What am I doing? Emma, you've really outdone yourself. I'm curious how you managed to cozy up to that guy in such a short time," Ethan's gaze was piercing, breathing heavily as anger radiated off him. The alcohol still coursing through his system made his emotions volatile.

Seeing Emma with another man had nearly made his head explode with rage.

Three Years to Love

Seeing Emma with another man had nearly made his head explode with rage.

Emma's lips twitched in response to his accusation. "Your imagination is quite vivid, Mr. Carter. I don't even know him! I almost fell, and he just helped me, for God's sake! How did it turn into something so sordid in your words?"

She gritted her teeth, suppressing her rising frustration as she explained.

But Ethan, suffocated by bourbon-fueled rage, had completely drowned out any rational thought. His cold, unsympathetic eyes bore into Emma as if her explanation were nothing but feeble excuses.

"Come on, the way he looked at you was different," he scoffed, clearly dismissive of herThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

words.

"So what if he did?!" Emma snapped back, her anger bubbling over. "You're

overstepping your boundaries! Have you forgotten we've already divorced? Even if I did sleep with someone else, it's none of your business!"

Her brow furrowed with annoyance, Emma confronted Ethan. They had severed all ties five years ago, and she couldn't grasp what he was thinking.

"You'd actually sleep with him?! Looks like I underestimated you. First, it was a client, now it's a random guy you just met. Is that it? Any guy will do?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The coldness laced in his tone made Emma question her own ears. She never imagined he would say something like that, and the thought of being seen as some loose woman stung deeply.

A helpless, bitter laugh escaped her lips...

(End of Chapter)