Just as Janet walked forward, Ethan grabbed her waist and threw her on his shoulder.

“Ethan!” Janet’s eyes sprang open in horror. She screamed and hit his back, but the man continued to walk forward.

With a stone-cold face, Ethan didn’t say a word on the way. When he walked out of the elevator, he took out the key, opened the door, and threw Janet on the sofa.

“Can you please let me explain?” Janet asked, her voice breaking almost as if she was about to cry. Her head began to spin, so she sank on the sofa. Janet struggled to sit up, but her stomach churned; she wanted to throw up.

“Fine. Explain!” Ethan leaned forward and rested his hands on either side of the sofa as he stared into her eyes.

Janet hugged her knees and looked out the window to avoid his sharp gaze.

Ethan grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

I invited him for dinner. I drank too much during dinner. I had no idea he had dropped me home. Nothing happened between us.” Tears

a fierce beast that was about to swallow

that you invited him when we were talking over the phone? Did you lie to

sounded calm, but Janet

I invited him as a way of thanking him for the gift — it was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I forgot

“How do you know that

she didn’t dare to retort. Her shoulders

low alcohol tolerance. Why did you drink so much?” Ethan drew a tissue from

down Janet’s spine despite the gentleness in his

lights in the room were off, so half his

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