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CHAPTER 27: My Life Is A Total Mess

Penulis: Lady Sheldon
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-03 11:33:05

“Let me go,” I said, louder now, my voice trembling.

And then, suddenly, she did. Or rather, someone made her.

The old woman’s hand was wrenched away from mine with such force that she stumbled back, nearly losing her balance. I looked up, startled, and saw Ethan standing there.

His expression was dark, his jaw clenched and his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at the woman.

She flinched under his gaze, her bravado crumbling in an instant. Without a word, she turned and shuffled away, her hunched figure disappearing down the street.

I was still sitting there, frozen and wide-eyed, when Ethan turned to me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer now but still edged with tension.

My heart was pounding, my mind racing with what had just happened. I nodded, though the truth was I wasn’t okay. Not even a little.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll drive you to school.”

Under normal circumstances, I would have declined. I would have come up with some excuse, anythin
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