I quickly washed up and cleaned the toilet since I would need to use it too.
Ethan frowned in disbelief.
"Emma, are you still mad about last night?"
"I'm really not angry. You said it was a 'mistake,' and I believe you."
Ethan pressed his lips together, suddenly turning on the shower and drenching me with water.
I instinctively gasped.
He showered with me, humming the love song he had sung with Sophie the night before.
How childish!
The entire day, I threw myself into work, not sending Ethan a single message or making a call.
Instead, it was Ethan who took the initiative to text me.
He said he was going to have dinner with Sophie because she had just gone through a breakup.
When you don't love someone, you really can become as tough as iron, with no soft spots.
I replied casually.
[Okay.]
My indifferent attitude shocked him again.
He immediately called me on video.
His brow was furrowed, and he seemed to be in a low-pressure state, ready to explode at any moment.
"Aren't you going to say something? You used to stop me from going out with her."
I smiled gently.
"You and Sophie are just ordinary friends, engaging in normal social activities. What's there to stop?"