He frowned, his eyes full of suppressed disgust as he looked at me.
But clearly he was the one at fault—yet now I was the unreasonable one.
I gave a bitter smile, locking eyes with him.
“So you do know Chloe is a woman. For a moment I thought you didn’t.”
Ethan froze, blurting out:
“Of course I know—”
He cut himself off halfway.
“Enough! Don’t try to change the subject. You need to apologize to Chloe right now!”
I stared at him in disbelief, the bitterness in my chest nearly suffocating me.
Suddenly, it all felt pointless. I grabbed my purse and walked toward the door—only to be yanked back violently.
“Sophia Harris, I said apologize!”
My stomach slammed into the corner of the table, pain shooting through me until I broke into a cold sweat.
But I still clenched my teeth, lifted my head, and forced out each word:
“No. Way.”
The air froze.
Others rushed to mediate.
“Come on, Ethan, she didn’t mean it.”
“Yeah, man, don’t lose your temper.”
But no matter what anyone said, Ethan still gripped my arm tightly, his eyes dark in a way I had never seen before.
Not until Chloe walked over and tapped his palm.
“Hey, champ, what have I always taught you? Be patient with girls. You’re not being a gentleman at all.”