Chapter 92
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Chapter 92:
“Ms. Riley, the two suspects have confessed. But their families are making a scene at the station. They’re asking for leniency and want to settle privately. They’re willing to offer compensation.”
My grip on the phone tightened. My voice turned cold. “I’m not settling. I don’t want their money. I want them prosecuted. They need to face the consequences.”
I ended the call. From the side, I felt Ethan’s gaze shift toward me.
“About the accident?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “They asked for mercy. I refused.”
His hands tightened around the steering wheel. A cold look passed through his eyes. “You did the right thing. I’ll have someone keep an eye on it. Anyone who lays a hand on you will pay for it.”
𝗡e𝗐 𝘸e𝗲𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘤h𝖺𝗽t𝖾r𝗌 oո 𝗴𝖺lno𝗏𝗲𝗹𝗌.𝗰𝗈𝘮
Lianne’s POV
The restaurant was cast in low, intimate light, and the air carried the faint scent of black truffle and well-aged red wine.
I watched Ethan draw out my chair with effortless polish, every motion smooth and refined.
“Thanks,” I muttered, making myself curve my lips into a smile.
Once he sat back down, Ethan gave a small shake of his head. “Lianne, you don’t have to be so polite with me,” he said, his voice quiet and compelling.
At the center of the room, a pianist in formal evening wear played a gentle tune with his eyes shut.
A server came over with the menu and a courteous smile. “Good evening. We’re offering a new couples’ set menu tonight. Would you like to try it?”
My body tensed, and I was just about to refuse when Ethan spoke first with a slight nod. “That’s fine. Thank you.”
Then he looked at me, concern in his eyes. “How’s your vision? Is it still blurry?”
“It’s improved,” I said, keeping my eyes away from his. “But if I stare at my phone too long, my temples still start to ache.”
“Then take a few more days to rest. There’s no need to hurry back to work.” He lifted a hand as though he meant to ruffle my hair across the table, but stopped halfway. He pulled it back and picked up his glass instead.
Trying to change the subject, I looked around. “It’s lovely here, and the music is beautiful.”
“It’s a variation on Für Elise,” Ethan said at once. “But the pianist slipped in an improvised cadenza halfway through. It was done very delicately.”
I raised my eyes to him in surprise.
In my memory, Ethan had always been a cold, clear-headed Alpha. His life had only ever seemed to revolve around power and territory, and I had never once known him to care about art.
“I guess everyone knows that piece,” he said with a faint smile.
I was stunned. The past few days had felt like meeting someone entirely new.
He made food for me, caught subtle changes in a piano performance, and looked at me with a tenderness I had never seen before.
If this had happened three years ago, or even a year ago, I knew I would have been delirious with joy.
But now, this late-arriving gentleness felt more like a bitter mockery.
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