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Eve paced in the living room the next day. Damn that Ethan! After ignoring her, he actually woke up in the middle of the night, chatting with another woman. "Madam, why do you look agitated? Are you alright?" Elena appeared from the kitchen area. "Sure, Elena." Eve forced a smile and sat down. She couldn't just tell the Stewardess that her first attempt at seducing Ethan was a failure, and there was a high chance that Ethan was seeing another woman. The poor woman would feel more miserable than she was. "Alright, Madam. Lunch is almost ready." "Oh, okay–" Eve nodded absentmindedly, sinking into her thoughts. If it was true that Ethan was seeing another woman, was that why he never bothered about touching her? But Eve could not recall seeing Ethan with another woman in her past life. Or was it because she hadn't paid him much attention? Urgh! What was she thinking? Whoever that Jessie was, she mustn't be far away. The only place Ethan went to on a daily basis was his comp
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"Jessie, who is that?" Ethan's voice sounded from inside the office. Jessie!? So she was that Jessie. Eve gritted her teeth. Her fingers curled around the food box and she gripped it hard. "I think you have a guest." The so-called Jessie looked Eve up and down before replying to Ethan. "Hey, who are you? And what business do you have with Mr. Anderson to come straight to his office? Have the receptionists grown tired of their jobs?" Eve's eyes darkened and her fist shook. 'I want your life.' she wanted to reply but managed to control her anger in the end. She simply pushed past her and stormed into the office. "Hey, wait! I'm talking to you, where do you think you're going?" The lady came after her and blocked her path. "I asked you what business do you have with Mr. Anderson?" "It's none of your business." Eve wanted the girl to get out of her sight, otherwise, she would really lose it. "Y–You." The lady pointed a finger at her. "You can't just barge into people's off
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Eve scratched the back of her neck and laughed nervously. "Uhm, Ethan. I know I was wrong in doubting your relationship with her, but you can't stay mad at me. After all, am I not your darling wife?" Ethan turned around to head back to his working desk, and she grabbed his arm."Ow, come on, Honey. I know I'm wrong, but can you at least eat your lunch?" She forced him to sit on the couch and uncovered the food box. "I already ordered lunch. Evelyn, go back home." Eve unwrapped the spoon and scooped a portion of the food into it. "Ethan, I said I'm sorry. Now stop giving me a hard time. I feel guilty already for making your secretary cry. Here, open your mouth." Ethan pressed his lips together as she leveled the spoon on them. "Ethan," Eve whined. "Quit acting like a child. This lunch is specifically brought to you from home. I know it's better than any kind of food out there. And if you don't eat it, I swear I'll be mad. You know what happens when you make me unhappy."Ethan brou
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Murmurs broke out in the area and all the employees gathered around to see what was happening. "M–Mrs. Anderson." Jessie's eyes dampened with tears, and she shuffled forward on her knees, holding her cheeks. "Please don't misunderstand Mr. Anderson and me. In the many years that I've worked as his secretary, Mr. Anderson knows that I've always acted professional. Y–You can ask me to do anything and I'll fulfill your wish, but please don't threaten me with my job." Ethan's deep gaze bore through Eve's back and she shuddered and turned around. His expression was as dark as a pit's bottom. "Evelyn!" He growled. "What is the meaning of this?" Eve rubbed her forehead and sighed inside. The employees stared at her with skeptical looks. Ethan approached and glared at her. While Jessie knelt on the floor, pleading and crying. "If I have angered you in any way, Mrs. Anderson, I beg you to please forgive me. But don't make me lose my job, please don't. I swear I'll do anything!" Jessie sob
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"Wow, you were so fast, Ethan." Eve stood up and met him on the way. "You really are excited, aren't you?" Ethan walked past her and sat on the head chair. "What is it, Eve?""I knew it. You're excited." Eve giggled. "No, I mean what do you want?" Ethan stared straight at her. "You keep saying you want to show me something since last night. Is that thing invisible that you can't show it already?" Eve pursed her lips and stomped forward. "Stop being a killjoy, Ethan. At least, act as if you're excited." "Acting is being fake. I'm not a fake person." "Ethan!" Eve sighed. "Whatever it is, I know you're excited deep inside. But I have my pride to preserve, and I won't show you anymore until you beg for it.""Good." Ethan picked up his utensils. "That means I can eat in peace." Eve grumbled and sank down on the chair beside him. 'This heartless man.' "Have you forgotten about our agreement? You can't make me unhappy, Ethan." Ethan ate his food silently. "And that is exactly what yo
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"Evelyn, you caused all this! Where is she!? If this Young Master doesn't break her bones today– If she doesn't beg for mercy today! Bah! There's no mercy in my vocabulary!" Two bodyguards were dragging Ethan's brother into the Villa. They were still at the gates and Eve sighed in relief. She quickened up her space and limped toward the back of the Villa where she met Ethan playing golf on the grass field. She didn't possess the energy to tackle Matt this morning. And that idiot seemed out of his mind. "Ethan, what are you doing?" Eve hurried up to where he stood. She couldn't even bring herself to be mad at him anymore. Otherwise, who would save her from that crazy Matt? "Isn't it obvious?" Ethan was very focused as he aimed for the golf ball with the club. He didn't seem to want to be disturbed. Matt broke out of the bodyguards' holds and charged in their direction. "Ethan, teach me how to play golf." Eve gasped and ran into Ethan's embrace. She snatched the golf club from hi
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"Argh! Don't give me that look. She started it!" Matt dropped the grocery bags and said. "Oh my, goodness, Camila." Eve stood up and touched her shoulder. "What happened? What did he do to you?" "Madam!" Camila sobbed loudly, covering her face. She went to her knees and lamented, "I only asked him to hold the grocery bags as you instructed. But he pointed at me and said... He said..." "What did he say, Camila?" Eve pulled her up and glared at Matt. "Don't be afraid, tell me." "Madam." Camila sniffed and wiped her tears. "He told me that I'm so skinny and pale. He said I'm so fragile that I won't even last a second in bed. He also said my chest is too flat and I look like a boy." "Ahhh! Matt!" Eve gasped. "Shame on you. How can you say this to a lady? Are your eyes paining you to say that she's too skinny?" "She asked for it. No one orders this Young Master around and goes unscathed." Eve shook her head and patted Camila's back. "Don't listen to him, Camila. You're very be
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Not a minute late, the stylists arrived. Eve sat in front of the mirror as they put makeup on her face. "There's a variety of designs to choose from. Which one do you prefer, Ma'am?" One of the stylists asked as she arranged some gowns on the bed. "What color is Ethan's necktie?" Eve accessed the gowns. The designs were on par with each other and it was hard to choose one. "I think Mr. Anderson is wearing a golden necktie tonight.""In that case, I'll take the red one with golden patterns." "That's a nice choice. You have eyes for great things, Ma'am." Eve smiled through the mirror. After the stylist was done with her face, she pulled out the cap on her head and let her hair loose. "You have great hair, Ma'am. What kind of hairstyle do you prefer? A bob, or a shoulder-length hairstyle with a bang, or you'd like us to add an extension?" "No, make it wavy at the end, and leave some strands at the front." The stylists did as she instructed and when they finished styling her hair,
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