Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 445

Ethan watched Christopher's earnest expression and couldn't help smiling. He reached out and ruffled Christopher's hair.

Suddenly, feeling genuinely needed was... surprisingly satisfying. It felt much more grounding than constantly calculating and scheming against others.

"My sister!" Christopher immediately pointed to Charlotte.

"Mr. Morrison... um, we spoke out of panic. We weren't exactly polite, but we're not after money. We were just worried about our son..."

"That's right. Don't worry, Christopher is your friend. We won't make things difficult for him..."

At this moment, the couple tried to salvage the situation, attempting to back down. But Ethan merely shot them a sharp glance. He walked over to the teacher and leaned in to whisper a few words.

The teacher's face flushed, and she nodded quickly. "I understand."

"Let's go," Ethan said, signaling to Charlotte that she could take Christopher and leave.

It was already late, and Ethan had no intention of playing chauffeur any longer. He'd booked two rooms in a nearby hotel—one for Charlotte and Christopher, one for himself.

Later that night, before going to sleep, Ethan's door was knocked on. He had just finished showering, and when he opened the door wearing only a towel, Charlotte immediately turned her head, her cheeks burning.

Ethan didn't seem to mind, casually drying his hair while smirking. "Why so shy? Haven't you seen a body like mine before?"

"Ethan, put some clothes on," Charlotte said flatly.

She had to admit—he had a nice physique. But to her, Ethan, handsome as he was, was nothing more than a walking pile driver. And a very vain one at that.

"Just tell me what you need," he said, turning to grab a bathrobe and wrap it around himself. He was mildly annoyed; if he had brought proper clothes or sleepwear, he wouldn't have touched the hotel's bathrobe or towel.

"Thanks for helping with Christopher. But Ethan, helping someone halfway isn't enough."

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