“Don’t even think about making a move on my wife.”
In public, Ethan always carried the image of a devoted husband.
If anyone dared to speak badly of me, he wouldn’t allow it.
If another man looked my way more than twice, Ethan would fume for days.
And yet, this very man insisted on keeping a small clique, which included his loud, brash “female buddy.”
Chloe glanced at me and forced a smile.
“Of course your wife has a great body—otherwise how would she have married you?”
“But unlike her, I’m your brother.”
She said this while hooking an arm around Ethan’s shoulders, cleverly nudging me aside.
“Ethan, you disloyal bastard. You won’t even cover a measly twenty grand? Didn’t you spend eighty grand last time on a diamond bracelet for your wife?”
Her face showed a hint of lingering delight.
“But tell me—between me and your wife, whose is softer?”
I frowned at Ethan, expecting him to shut this down.
To my shock, he didn’t feel offended at all. Instead, he picked up the banter.
“Of course it’s my wife. That fake chest of yours feels hard as plastic.”
Chloe pretended to be furious and leapt onto him, gnawing at his neck.
“You brat, how dare you talk about your dad like that? I’ll bite you to death!”