And on his very first day home, I somehow ended up being the one to stumble upon him.
Not only that, but I’d somehow ended up… with him.
“Oh, great…” I groaned, covering my face in embarrassment as I sank deeper into the blanket.
In the novel, Ethan cared deeply for his younger brother. If I’ve slept with him, would I really be forced, just like in the story, to marry this pitiful guy?
But I had my own grand ambitions of living a carefree, noncommittal life! This wasn’t in my plan!
Just as that thought crossed my mind, there was a sudden knock at the door.
Ethan’s deep, pleasant voice carried a hint of tension. “Elizabeth, are you in there?”
Crap, speak of the devil!
3
“You two… slept together?”
As he took in the bruises on my skin, Ethan’s expression darkened, his face twisted with anger.
Barely restraining his fury, he pushed past me, clad in nothing but a knee-length shirt that showed off my long legs, and stormed inside the room.
Grabbing Charles off the floor by the collar, he landed a heavy punch on him. “What did you do to her?”