Ethan took a bite and said, “Not bad.” Most of the time at the Arnold residence, Ethan usually went along with Madelyn’s wishes. This was all just to impress Hayson.

Ethan spoke up, “Back at home, I never saw you treat me this well. Why are you being so kind today?” His gaze was fixed on her, intense and unwavering, making it hard to look away. To others, his look seemed far from innocent.

By ‘home,’ Ethan was clearly referring to the Arnold residence. Madelyn found herself in an unfamiliar situation, unsure of how to respond. Gathering her courage, she replied, “Here, you’re a guest, so naturally, we treat you well. Come on, eat before it cools down and loses its flavor.”

to be the longest one Madelyn had ever experienced, stretching on for a full two hours. People got pretty drunk; Hayson brought out his prized red wine, worth tens of thousands of dollars, as well as white wine. Three of them managed

to his room to rest. Ethan was not supposed to drink alcohol. The doctor had said it would be a very long process for his leg to heal. On rainy days, his old leg injuries would still act up, and alcohol could make it worse. By nine

and Margaret brought over the hangover soup that Rosario had

bit to drink. Do you want some soup? It’s supposed to

his tone sounding

feelings for

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