Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 439

"Why did you yell? I'm not a monster who eats people!"

Ethan rolled his eyes in disbelief. From the moment Charlotte had gotten in his car, she had acted like a passenger and didn't even bother to look at him. Did she really think he was just a free driver?

He hadn't planned on staying out this late. But on his way home from work, he saw Charlotte pacing nervously outside the company, trying to hail a cab, looking as if something serious had happened.

When he asked, he learned that Charlotte's younger brother, Christopher, had gotten into a fight at school. He was now at a hospital near the campus.

Christopher studied in a nearby city—not far, just about two and a half hours—but the school was in a remote area. At night, it wasn't exactly safe for Charlotte to go alone.

Ethan had wanted to convince her to wait until morning, but Charlotte was frantic and wouldn't listen.

Reluctantly, Ethan pulled her into his car and promised to take her. He had expected some hesitation—after all, in her eyes, he was like a wild beast—but to his surprise, she simply said "thank you" when she got in.

That was it. No small talk, no chatter. She even called Christopher on the phone for the entire drive, not speaking to Ethan once.

At first, Ethan had felt a little proud—she trusted him enough to sit silently—but now he realized... why was he even caring so much about what Charlotte thought of him? He was a man who only acted when there was benefit. What good did this get him?

"Wha—Ethan...why did you just hit me? You scared me!" Charlotte frowned, glancing at him reproachfully.

"I didn't hit you. I was calling you," Ethan said, letting out a snort before chuckling softly. "I mean, Charlotte, I'm driving you this late, almost two hours now, my back's killing me—and you don't even offer me a little reward?"

"A reward?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

She quickly pulled out her phone and played a recording. It was Ethan's voice.

"I'll take you there."

"Just that," he said, voice low.

"Okay. So what do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about..." Ethan thought for a moment. He and Charlotte didn't really share any common ground—different circles, different hobbies. Apart from work, drinking, flirting, and shopping, he couldn't think of anything worth talking about.

And Charlotte certainly wouldn't discuss which positions worked best in bed.

"Let's talk about your brother," he said.

"My brother?"

"You care about your brother," Ethan said, yawning mid-sentence. "I want to know what it's like to have siblings... and for you, a woman, taking care of your brother—is it like taking care of a child?"