Ethan Grant finally reacted, his lips curling into a mocking smile as he met Zoe Quinn’s tear-filled eyes.
Delicate and pitiful, like a frightened fawn, weak and invoking sympathy—these words perfectly described Zoe Quinn.
But Zoe Quinn forgot that the man in front of her wasn’t Sean Lockwood, it was Ethan Grant.
"You don’t care about status, yet you still want to be with me?"
Ethan Grant asked back with a faint smile.
Zoe Quinn’s smile grew wider, thinking Ethan Grant was wavering.
Serena Sullivan sat in her wheelchair all day, her legs unclear as to what state they were in. Her face was pretty, but if undressed and lying in bed, Ethan Brother couldn’t bring himself to touch her. Otherwise, why would the servants from "Willow Yarrow" say that the two of them were still sleeping in separate rooms even after marriage?
Men are creatures ruled by their lower desires, and Ethan Grant wouldn’t be an exception.
Although there hasn’t been news of him finding another woman over the years, Zoe Quinn didn’t believe Ethan Grant didn’t desire women.
Besides, he’s the patriarch of The Grant Family; he must have his heir. With Serena’s condition, could she even conceive? Even if she could, could she deliver a baby?
The more Zoe Quinn thought about it, the more she felt Ethan Grant might accept her suggestion. Once Ethan Brother tasted her, would he still want Serena, that useless person?
Zoe Quinn’s voice was sweet and coy, her eyes overflowing with love as she "darted" towards Ethan Grant, extending her "wrist-slitting" bandaged hand to tug at Ethan’s sleeve.
Seeing the smile deepening at Ethan Grant’s lips, she gathered courage and pulled his sleeve even more.
"I want to be your woman!"
This sentence, Zoe Quinn had long wanted to say. All these years, she dangled other men around, but she had always remained loyal to Ethan Grant.
Ethan Grant responded, lifting a hand to undo his suit buttons, surprising Zoe Quinn as she withdrew her hand.
Could it be? Ethan Brother was going to...?
Zoe Quinn lowered her head, her previously pale face flushed with shyness. She grew tense, "Ethan Brother, it’s inconvenient here."
"My body hasn’t recovered yet."
With a "clang," she looked up to see Ethan Grant throw his coat into the trash bin by the bed, her expression changed.
She had rejected Ethan Brother, so he was now angry.
"Ethan Brother, if you now just..."
Zoe Quinn blushed and didn’t finish, hearing Ethan Grant above her grow cold, "Sorry, I don’t want dirt!"
A short sentence was utterly devoid of warmth, like a knife piercing her heart. No, it made her feel immense humiliation, like stripping naked before a man who kicked her out directly. Fresh chapters posted on novel•fire.net
At this point, Zoe Quinn couldn’t hold back her tears, which fell quickly as she demanded,
"Ethan Brother, why do you hate me so!"
"Do I have to die for you to look at me even once?"
She spoke, raising her hand again to grab Ethan Grant, who shifted first, letting Zoe Quinn fall empty.
She cried in heartbreak as Ethan Grant reached over to grip her injured wrist, Zoe Quinn froze, happiness hadn’t reached her heart when his cold voice came, "Are you dead?"