Billionaire's Match

Chapter 365 Ethan's facial features were sharply defined, so striking that even after staring for a long while, one couldn't deny he was handsome. But to Charlotte, that face would always be damned. The car fell silent. Ethan casually switched on some music. When the lyrics reached the chorus, he hummed along. He sang flawlessly a deep, magnetic voice-so good it could rival the original artist. Yet after a long while, Charlotte didn't react at all. "Charlotte." Finally, Ethan called her. "Hm?" She didn't look back. "Do I sing well?" They were approaching a traffic light.

Ethan rested one hand on the steering wheel, the other rubbing the bridge of his nose. Charlotte pressed her lips together. Was he seriously praising himself? She couldn't help wondering. She didn't answer him directly. "I like men like Nick." Ethan furrowed his brows, staring at her like she'd lost her mind. "Hey, I'm asking if I sing well!" Finally, Charlotte turned to look at him. "Ethan, you chased me all the way here, helped me out, and now you're trying to get my attention... isn't that your way of showing interest? But I've told you before, you and I aren't the same kind of people.

he realized: Charlotte didn't want a short-term affair with him, but the words she'd said... sounded suspiciously like a hint. He smiled again. "Charlotte, then tell me what do you like about Nick? He's just born into a slightly better family, and... maybe a little

pride. Ethan knew she was deliberately poking at him-she could never have feelings for Nick-but he couldn't help feeling stung. Jealousy even crept in. 1/2 Chapter 365 +25 Bonus Surprisingly, he didn't retort further. He stayed quiet all the way until

if you didn't always make things difficult for others, if you... behaved a little better, you'd actually be... quite..." She trailed off deliberately, letting the words hang. Ethan leaned forward slightly. Under the dim interior light, he traced her delicate features-eyebrows, cheekbones, lips-each contour exquisite even in shadow. "Quite... what?" he murmured, his breath