“Are you okay? Give me Zoey’s work first, then we’ll go to the hospital!”
But from the other side of the venue came Zoey’s shrill scream.
Ethan’s face changed instantly, and he looked at me with pleading eyes.
I stayed cold and pulled away from his hand.
“Go if you want. We’re not married yet — you’re you, and I’m me.”
My words struck him, and he froze.
“Claire, stop overthinking. I’m just going to check on Zoey. Wait here for me, don’t go anywhere!”
I forced myself outside despite the pain.
Ethan’s Tesla Model S was already waiting at the entrance.
Just as I reached for the door handle, Ethan rushed past me like the wind, carrying Zoey in his arms as he jumped into the car.
I stood there, stunned, watching the car roar away before my vision went black.
When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.
My right eye was wrapped in gauze and throbbed faintly.
“Why did you run out and faint on the street? I told you to wait where you were!”
“That was so dangerous!”
When he saw my indifferent expression, Ethan put his arm around my shoulders and softened his voice.