Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 291

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Even Ethan himself didn’t fully understand why he found himself confessing his true feelings to someone like Charlotte. Yet, in her presence, he inexplicably felt at ease.

“You’ll get what you wish for, Ethan.”

Charlotte’s voice was soft. She looked at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips, as she thought, ‘Yes, no one is truly innocent. Not you, Ethan. And certainly not me-the one who would soon make you pay.’

Noticing he’d drunk too much, Charlotte reached out and removed the wine glass from in front of him, replacing it with a cup of steaming hot tea. She leaned closer, her voice unusually gentle.

“Ethan, you’re a little drunk. Drink some tea and take it slow.”

Ethan’s gaze, bleary yet sharp, locked on her. Abruptly, he grasped her wrist. His palm was hot.

Charlotte didn’t pull away. She let him hold her, leaning slightly forward in response.

“Bunny,” Ethan murmured, “you seem to have a lot of questions today.”

He didn’t realize that the nickname he had reserved for that special girl in his heart had just slipped from his lips.

“Really? Maybe… it’s been a long time since I’ve talked like this with someone… It’s late, though. Let’s go back.”

The scent of alcohol mixed with the woody notes of his cologne hit her as he leaned close. Charlotte frowned, her breath brushing lightly across his brow, nose, and lips.

“Is this a ‘pretend to resist’ routine? Charlotte, I’m interested in you. You don’t need to test me.”

He narrowed his eyes, pausing mid-sentence as if weighing his words. Counting on his fingers, he finally held up three.

“If you’re willing to sleep with me, I’ll… consider a three-month arrangement. Longer than I ever spent with many heiresses. Think about it.”

His drunken words were accompanied by the firm, deliberate rubbing of her slender wrist.

Charlotte had never been able to lie; her resistance and her closeness were both obvious. Every little move she made revealed her intentions, and nothing was hidden from him.

Yet yesterday, she had kept him at arm’s length, and today she was suddenly showing goodwill. It seemed like a trap.

But Ethan? He had never feared traps in love.

Charlotte lifted her eyes to meet his, catching the drunken, probing look in them.

The private room was bathed in warm, dim light, casting shifting shadows across his sharply defined face. And yet, at that moment, Charlotte’s gaze was no longer timid or evasive-it was sharp, calculating, like a hunter appraising its prey.

She quickly withdrew her hand. “Ethan, you’re joking. How could someone like me… even compare to you? I just

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hope you won’t target me, and that you’ll leave Khloe alone.”

“What if I said I’d try not to trouble Khloe anymore?”

Ethan didn’t release her wrist, grabbing her slender arm instead. Even if it was the classic “push-pull” routine, he thrived on it. He had tasted every delicacy in life, yet sometimes, the most satisfying treats were the ones hardest to obtain.

“I can’t take your word at face value,” Charlotte said softly, her voice low and gentle, though subtly different from before.

Ethan, emboldened by alcohol, chuckled. “How will you know if you don’t try? I’m sincere with my woman. From off the bed… to on it.”

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