Ethan Finch is also good-looking, but he’s not the type who grabs your heart at first glance; he’s more like aged wine, gradually drawing you in deeper.
This was the first time the two of them were this close; she could almost count the eyelashes behind his glasses.
Seeing Yvette Ray staring at him in a daze, Ethan’s refined and handsome face showed a slight smile, and he pinched her cheek.
"You don’t resist my approach, so we can give it a try."
Seeing the confusion on Yvette’s face, he continued, "Someone once said that the best way to forget a relationship is to start a new one.
Be with me, and you’ll soon forget that man. I’ll treat you better than he ever did."
Yvette pressed her lips together, "That’s unfair to you."
She couldn’t hurt another person just because she wanted to forget Ronan Keating.
Ethan’s eyes showed a hint of helplessness.
Yvette is very kind, always considerate of others, and every bit of her deeply attracts him.
"Where in this world is there absolute fairness?"
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Ethan chuckled, "After realizing that I had feelings for you, I already asked Eleanor Sterling about everything, so don’t worry."
The excuses Yvette had thought about for refusing suddenly became impossible to say.
Ethan patiently watched her, waiting for her answer.
At this moment, Moira Ray ran back. Seeing Ethan almost pinning Yvette down, she blinked and curiously asked, "Uncle Ethan, are you going to kiss Mommy?"
Yvette panicked and hurriedly pushed Ethan away.
"Moira, don’t misunderstand, Mommy got an eyelash in her eye, so Uncle Ethan helped me take it out."
Moira put her hands on her hips, looking at Yvette helplessly, saying, "Mommy, you’re not good at lying."
Ethan glanced at Yvette, her earlobes were red, and she looked completely like someone who had just told a lie.
He laughed out loud, finally understanding what Moira meant when she said Yvette wasn’t good at lying.
Yvette was even more embarrassed, her face flushed red.
Ethan looked at Moira and asked, "Moira, do you want Uncle Ethan to be your dad?"
Yvette never dared to talk about the topic of dads in front of Moira, yet Ethan mentioned it so casually. She looked at Moira, afraid she would feel sad.
Unexpectedly, Moira laughed and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Ethan’s arm, "Sure, I like Uncle Ethan, I finally have a dad."
Ethan patted her head.
Moira then turned and ran off, obediently not disturbing Yvette and Ethan.
Ethan looked at Yvette and said, "Moira has agreed, I won’t rush you now, I’ll wait for the day you truly accept me.
Then I’ll take you and Moira to a place where no one knows us, and we’ll live happily together as a family."
These words were truly heartfelt, and the scene he painted appeared vividly in Yvette’s mind; she couldn’t help but feel a bit moved.
Ethan isn’t like Ronan Keating, a nobleman; he’s just an ordinary person, and being with Ethan doesn’t feel exhausting, and there are no class barriers between them.
And most importantly, Moira likes him.
Ethan looked earnestly at Yvette and asked, "Yvette, will you say yes to me?"
Yvette hesitated for a moment and asked, "You really don’t mind about Ronan Keating... the child..."
Ethan chuckled, he knew what Yvette meant to say.
He said gently, "You sacrificed for Moira; I don’t mind. I’ve been divorced and can’t have children, do you mind that?"
"I don’t..." Yvette shook her head, finally sighed and said, "Let’s talk after Alaric Faulkner and Faye Sterling’s wedding.
Even though they’re marrying as a sham, I’m still worried about Eleanor. I must stay and watch over her."
Those words essentially amounted to a promise.
Ethan laughed joyfully, reaching out to hold Yvette’s hand, and though she trembled slightly, she didn’t pull away.