The smell choked me, making my throat a bit itchy, and I coughed a few times.
"Did I wake you up?"
Ethan just casually asked this, then turned and went into the bathroom.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt the bed clearly sinking down.
Ethan's unique scent enveloped my side.
I pulled the thin blanket closer around me, unconsciously shifting towards the edge of the bed.
"Are you still angry? Sophia is my best friend."
He said this in a flat tone.
"Is she really just a friend?" I asked.
"Nonsense, go to sleep." He sounded impatient.
The next day, when I arrived at the company, I couldn't reach my makeup artist no matter what.
There was a variety show scheduled for that morning, which had been arranged months in advance.
The makeup and accessories needed for the show were entrusted to that makeup artist for safekeeping.
Now, I couldn't get in touch with her, and the costumes and accessories were not at the company either.
"Where is the makeup artist?"
I asked around, but no one in the company could provide an answer.
Just as I was feeling anxious, Ethan rushed over.
I explained the situation to him, and with less than half an hour left before the show started, the stakes were high.