Stubborn women were intoxicating—at least to Ethan, they were impossible to resist.
The tension in him snapped. Desire flared, and with a swift motion, he grabbed Charlotte's arm, pulling her into his embrace.
This time, she didn't struggle violently like before. Instead, her hand pressed lightly against his heart, keeping a fraction of space between them.
"Do you know how angry I am?"
Ethan's breath was low and cold, brushing across her skin.
Charlotte furrowed her brow at the proximity.
His voice carried an ambiguous undertone, and as he spoke, he absentmindedly tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.
To him, it felt natural—after all, their relationship had long hovered on the edge of intimacy.
"I don't understand your intentions, Ethan," Charlotte said, a faint twitch at the corner of her lips, eyes calm and emotionless.
"I only know this: I trusted you so much. I even ignored Khloe's warnings just to have private contact with you. And yet… you treat me like this. Should I resign, move away, so that you'll finally leave me alone?"
Ethan chuckled.
Charlotte had quite the talent for turning the tables. She had deliberately approached him, deliberately tested him, reporting back to Khloe all the while—but in just a few words, she painted herself as a pitiful victim, tormented by him.
He'd dealt with manipulative women before, but someone like Charlotte—genuinely sincere—was a first.
He lifted her chin with a finger. "You want me to let you go?"
Charlotte met his gaze evenly. "Ethan, it's late. I'm going home."
With that, she pushed him lightly and turned toward her room.


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