"I have no right to forgive or not forgive you, Mr. Ethan. You've got your games, and I was a fool yesterday for meddling!" Lydia spat out the words with fury before turning on her heel and storming off.

Her face was set in a determined scowl, anger simmering in her eyes. She was practically vibrating with the effort to contain her irritation.

Ethan stood rooted to the spot, not daring to follow. He could see the anger in Lydia's eyes clear as day.

If he kept pestering her, he might actually end up getting punched again, and this time, it wouldn't be a misunderstanding but a well-deserved thump.

Ethan was no masochist, and he certainly wasn't fond of taking hits.

He watched Lydia's retreating figure, feeling a mix of guilt and vulnerability turn into heartache.

As Lydia's steps took her further away, the gap between them widened, much like the relationship they never started - growing more distant by the moment.

doing, an attempt to bridge the gap between them,

now would just

his sight, Ethan sighed in

asking Lydia for help, let

did she mean by saying she was foolish for meddling yesterday?

jewelry business, Thalassa's visits to

practically semi-retired

had assured her

produced and distributed by his company, removing

jewelry designer still employed at the firm, she

with a family, and Alaric not being a scion of the affluent Falconer family but rather a regular working

had handed over

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