Semua Bab No Strings Attached: My Brother’s Best Friend : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Emily’s POVThe steam from the shower still clung to my skin as I wrapped the soft bathrobe around me, securing the tie at my waist. My damp hair dripped slightly, and I pressed a towel to it, trying to soak up the excess water. The quiet hum of my room was soothing, a welcome contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had followed me home from the Frost Mansion.I was reaching for my brush when a sharp, hurried knock echoed through my apartment.I froze.Who could that be at this hour?Wrapping the towel more securely around my head, I padded barefoot to the door. My heart thudded against my ribcage, anticipation mixing with a twinge of nervousness.When I opened the door, I wasn’t prepared for what—or rather, who—I saw.“Ethan?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.There he stood, his dark eyes intense, his chest rising and falling as though he’d run all the way here. His presence filled the doorway, an imposing yet undeniably magnetic force.I opened my mouth to ask what he was d

Reuben’s POVI leaned back against the seat of the car, my arms crossed as I kept my eyes on the house. My patience was wearing thin. It had been more than an hour since Ethan had stepped inside Emily’s house, and he still hadn’t come out.I knew what he was doing there. The thought made my blood boil. My jaw tightened as I clenched my fists, trying to keep my anger in check.The tension in my body didn’t ease as I sat in the back of the car, my gaze fixed firmly on the house. The anger that churned inside me was growing unbearable. Ethan was inside, with Emily, and it sickened me. I should’ve known he'd make a beeline for her, the predictable idiot.Time dragged on, and the minutes seemed to stretch into eternity. The house was quiet, too quiet for my liking. There were no signs of movement, and that only made me angrier. What the hell were they doing in there?I could almost picture them together, sharing a moment of peace and comfort, while I sat here fuming, my hands balled into

Ethan’s POVAs we stepped out of the shower, the cool morning air hit my damp skin, making me feel both invigorated and relaxed. The sensation was refreshing, like waking up after a long, deep sleep, and I couldn't help but relish in it. Emily stood beside me, her towel wrapped securely around her, her soft skin still glistening from the water. Her hair cascaded down her back in damp waves, and she looked effortlessly stunning, as always. I found myself watching her as she walked toward her dresser, the movement fluid, graceful.“I’ll fix us something to eat,” she said, her voice soft but firm as she turned to look over her shoulder. Her eyes caught mine for a brief moment, and I noticed the faintest glint of amusement there.I leaned against the doorway, my fingers already fastened around the buttons of my shirt. “Don’t bother,” I said with a grin that I couldn't suppress. “I’ll order you breakfast and lunch. And don’t forget—dinner at my place tonight. Seven o’clock. I’ll pick you

Ethan’s POVThe rest of the morning dragged on, but my mind wasn’t entirely on the media house anymore. As much as I wanted to focus on the logistics of the new venture, Emily’s presence loomed in the back of my mind. I had never been one to let distractions interfere with my work, but when it came to her, it was a different story.The decision to bring her into the fold wasn’t a decision made lightly. There were risks. If anyone found out, it could jeopardize the entire project. But Emily wasn’t just another employee; she was a potential ally, someone who could not only contribute to the media house but also give me the leverage I needed to protect her. And I couldn’t deny that I wanted her closer. I wanted to know she was safe, even if it meant blurring professional lines.Fidelix's update on the surveillance situation helped calm my nerves, though I couldn’t entirely shake the feeling that something was off. The fact that Emily didn’t seem to notice the danger surrounding her made

EthanThe graphic house was a modest building tucked into a corner of the busy district, its exterior clean but unassuming. As I pushed the glass doors open, the faint scent of fresh ink and laminate greeted me, mingling with the hum of computers and murmurs of conversations. I glanced around briefly before making my way to the reception desk.“Good afternoon,” I said, my voice steady.The receptionist, a young man with neatly combed hair and a name tag that read “Tim,” looked up from his computer. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?”“I’m here to see Mr. Gregory,” I said. “I don’t have an appointment, but I’m sure he’ll want to hear what I have to say.”Tim’s eyebrows lifted slightly, but he nodded and picked up the phone. After a quick exchange, he gestured for me to take a seat. I didn’t. Patience wasn’t my strong suit, especially when it came to matters involving Emily.A few minutes later, a tall man with a receding hairline and a stern expression stepped into the lobby. H