Chapter 234
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“Miss Harper!” Harlan’s voice cut through the air, carrying an unexpected urgency.
Rosie halted, her gaze flickering to Harlan’s bandaged hand. “Is your hand alright?” she asked.
Harlan’s expression was pale, the pain still evident, but his thoughts were consumed by the escalating crisis with the Moreno family.
“It’s fine, Miss Harper,” he said, his voice strained but composed. “I want to talk to you about something.”
Having witnessed Roberto’s arrest, Rosie knew the Moreno family’s downfall was imminent.
“We have nothing to discuss,” she replied coldly.
Harlan’s tone remained calm but calculating as he reminded her, “We share a common enemy, Rosie. That makes us allies.”
Rosie’s expression softened slightly as she considered his words. After a pause, she gave a faint smile. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
Meanwhile, Brenna struggled against Ethan as he forced her into the car. Her hands clawed at the door handle in frustration, but it wouldn’t budge—it was already locked. When Ethan slid into the driver’s seat with an air of composure, Brenna glared at him, her voice sharp with anger.
“Let me out! I don’t like being forced into anything,” she said.
Ethan, however, remained stoic, his gaze unyielding. “I’m not someone who seeks emotional connections,” he began, his voice measured but firm. “Romantic relationships have never been my strong suit. But somehow, I’ve developed feelings for you—something I’ve never done before. It’s draining, and I don’t want to waste that much energy on a relationship again. I’ve already decided—you’re the one for me. I won’t want anyone else.”
Brenna’s laughter caught in her throat. She wanted to mock his words, but the sincerity in Ethan’s voice stopped her. Though his intentions didn’t feel bad, the weight of his control suffocated her.
𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔤𝔞𝔩𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪
“But I haven’t made that decision about you,” she replied coldly, her tone flat.
Ethan started the car without another word, pulling away from the scene as Brenna fumed silently beside him.
Breaking the silence as he drove, Ethan spoke softly. “About Jayceon… I’m sorry for how things unfolded. If you didn’t like the way I handled it, I won’t do anything like that again. After all, I know I should put my wife first. I will keep boundaries with my friends.”
His eyes stayed fixed on the road, but his words carried unspoken vulnerability. “You should understand—Jayceon and I are very different. I never mess around with women. Even with the family arrangements, I haven’t really spoken much with Rosie or Audrey before. There are no other women in my life.”
Brenna’s anger flared. His actions were too domineering; he hadn’t even bothered to ask her opinion.
“And why should I care about your personal affairs?” she shot back sharply. “What does that even have to do with me?”
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