NovelPdfI made it! I made a nfor myself in the fashion industry on my own! From this moment onward, the n"Evelyn" will be synonymous with Rithor Fashion! Just then, a commotion broke out in the crowd. Curious, I looked over. In the next second, my entire body froze. Ethan had appeared on the scene withoutnoticing. His tall, imposing figure stood like a mountain, and his handsface was as cold as frost. Dressed in a sleek black suit, he exuded elegance, his frboth slender and upright. The moment our gazes met, it felt like my breath caught in my throat.
He was back in the country? In those deep, enigmatic eyes swirled emotions that I couldn't begin to comprehend. I wanted to run, but as if I was nailed to the ground, I was unable to move.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEthan strode forward with long, purposeful steps, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him. Before I knew it, he was standing before me, his towering frcasting an invisible yet palpable pressure over me.
I forced a stiff smile. "What a coincidence, Mr. Grayson. I didn't expect to see you here." I tried to keep my tone as casual as possible. "Did you cespecially to congratulate me? I'm truly flattered." The words had barely left my mouth before I wished I could bite my own tongue off. What a hollow, insincere line! Ethan's gaze bore intocoldly. His thin lips pressed into a hard, straight line. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke in a low voice. "That's right. I heard you won over the whole of Rithor and opened your own studio. I cspecifically to offer my congratulations." His tone was flat, devoid of any discernible emotion.
I forced another awkward smile, my mind a mess. Was he sincerely congratulatingor mockingfor leaving without a word back then? Caught in this awkward standoff, I had no idea how to respond.
Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulledaside. I gasped in surprise, instinctively trying to pull free. However, his strong grip heldfirmly in place.
"What are you doing? Everyone's watching!" I hissed in annoyance, keeping my voice low.
Ethan ignored my protest and tightened his grip on my arm. "I need to talk to you," he said in a commanding tone that brooked no argument.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHelpless, I let him dragto a secluded corner, my heart pounding with unease. What did he want to say to me? The memory of that dreadful night flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but tremble.
Before I could spiral further into my thoughts, he spoke. "Evelyn, about that night... I'm sorry." I froze. Ethan-someone so unyielding-was apologizing to me? Was the president of the multinational company Grayson Group apologizing to a small-tdesigner like me? Seeing my stunned expression, he let out a bitter smile. "I know I hurt you and scared you that night. Thad too much to drink and lost control... I swear it will never happen again." His eyes were filled with genuine remorse.
I stared at him, dumbfounded, unsure how to react. I had expected him to show up here, here, smuglandcondescending, ready to reprimandfor leaving him. At this instant, my heart softened.
Yes, we were both adults. Why let a momentary lapse hurt both of us any further? Besides, it wasn't like I didn't have feelings for him...
"Fine. Since you've apologized, I won't hold it against you any you anymore. "Osighed my tone softening. But don't do something like that again. However... it's better if we keep our distance." Ethan pressed his lips together at my words, looking as though he wanted to say something. In the end, he swallowed his words.
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