All Chapters of No Strings Attached: My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

EmilyThe lobby of the graphic house buzzed with activity, but I barely noticed as my thoughts swirled. Ethan’s sudden appearance had thrown me off balance, and even Mera’s overly enthusiastic chatter about him couldn’t bring me back to focus.“I’ll be right back,” I told her, offering a polite but hurried smile as I stepped away.I found him standing near the exit, his tall frame and confident stance commanding attention even in the midst of the bustling space. His back was to me, but he turned when he heard my approach. The way his eyes lit up upon seeing me sent an unexpected jolt through me.“Emily,” he said, his voice warm, as though my name held some secret significance.“Ethan,” I replied, folding my arms over my chest. “What are you doing here?”“I was handling some business,” he said, an innocent smile playing on his lips.I raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Business, huh? You seem to have a habit of showing up in places where I least expect you.”His grin widened. “Maybe I just e

EmilyI let out a sigh as I shut my laptop and leaned back against my chair. Another long day at work was finally over, and my mind had been spinning since Ethan’s announcement earlier. Dinner at his place—what was I even supposed to make of that? I couldn’t decide if I was nervous, annoyed, or curious. Probably all three.By the time I got home, the reality of the evening started to sink in. I kicked off my heels and tossed my bag onto the couch, glancing at the clock. Five thirty. That gave me exactly an hour to get ready. Not too much time but just enough to overthink.As I made my way to the bathroom, my thoughts spiraled. Did Ethan live alone? Did he stay with his parents? Why hadn’t I asked him? I hit myself lightly on the forehead as I stepped into the shower. The warm water did little to stop my overactive imagination. What if his parents were there, waiting to dissect me over appetizers? Or worse, what if it was just the two of us in some grand, empty mansion?“Stop it, Em

EthanStanding just outside the dining room, I hesitated before stepping inside. The scene before me was both domestic and disarming. Emily and Lady Tatiana were setting the table together, their movements synchronized as they worked in easy harmony. The soft light from the chandelier bathed them both in a warm, golden glow, and there was an undeniable chemistry between them—something genuine, unforced. I stood there for a moment, watching them laugh together.Emily’s eyes sparkled as she spoke, and I couldn’t help but admire the way she carried herself—graceful, confident, yet somehow effortlessly real. Lady Tatiana, ever the gracious hostess, seemed completely at ease with her, and I could sense a sort of bond forming between the two of them. I leaned against the doorframe, letting the sight of them linger in my mind, feeling a strange mixture of admiration and envy.Would my mother have liked her? The question floated unbidden to my thoughts. I tried to push it away, knowing it was

Ethan’s POVIt was hard to pinpoint exactly when everything shifted. I had been so careful, so controlled for so long, building walls around my emotions, telling myself I was better off without getting tangled in something as dangerous as love. But then, there was Emily.Her laughter was the first crack in the armor. It had that ability to ripple through me, to pull me from the inside out. The way she laughed, like she had a secret she was sharing with me alone, made me feel something raw, something I couldn’t ignore. And then, when she said my name—Ethan—like it was both a question and a promise, I felt the weight of it settle deep in my chest, as if the world had just whispered back at me, this is it.I could feel the change in the air, the tension crackling between us. Every time she looked at me, I felt something shifting, like I was being pulled in by an invisible force. She didn’t even have to try. I was already hers, even if I hadn’t admitted it yet. And the way she held my gaz

Emily’s POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on my bedroom as I reluctantly opened my eyes. The clock blinked a glaring 7:00 AM in bold red numbers. Fuck! I can’t believe that monday is already here. I had barely slept, my mind swirling with a mix of excitement and anxiety. It was my first official day at Ethan's media house, and despite everything, I couldn't shake the nervousness in my chest.I sighed, pushing the blanket off and stretching as I forced myself out of bed. Today, I promised myself, it would be about work—nothing personal, nothing complicated. I was here to prove myself as a photographer, not as a woman caught in the emotional whirlwind Ethan had already swept me into.After a quick shower, I dressed in a simple yet professional outfit—black trousers and a crisp white blouse, with a pair of flats. I kept my makeup minimal, just enough to look polished without drawing attention. I was determined to remain composed.I grabbed my bag,