I Don't Like You, Mr. Sterling のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Wynn quickly pulled away from him, wincing at the throbbing ache that lingered. They both had their hands on their foreheads, rubbing away to soothe the pain. Suddenly, a loud laugh tore through the silence, and Wynn robotically turned to the source. His laugh -this time- annoyed her. "Why on *earth* are you laughing?""Isn't this funny?" He chuckled. "Am I laughing?""Usually, in romance movies the falls are romantic. Yet here we are writhing in pain."Wynn rolled her eyes at him, then got up. He followed, dressing his pants. His gaze fell on her and he grinned, "Too bad though. It would've been nice to stare into your eyes for what feels like minutes.""Only to have yours poked," Wynn muttered, swinging the door open. *Finally, an exit.*She froze when she heard his footsteps behind her, then turned around. Ethan's brows arched in response as he shot her an innocent smile. "What are you doing?""I'm walking you home," He replied like it was the most obvious answer to her qu

"This is the last time I'm going to ask," Wynn started, "where are you taking me?"She was in the car with Ethan—this was her fifteenth time asking in under an hour. Ethan didn't mind it at all though. He had a permanent grin on his face as he turned the car, driving into an empty parking lot. "We're here, Hurricane Wynn," he teasingly announced. "Where exactly is 'here'?""If you'd just step out of the car, you'll see."Wynn narrowed her eyes at him, arms crossed. She watched him exit the car, then followed after. Wynn's brows arched when she saw the large building in front of them. The sign read 'Fundoo' with a large 3D image of a paintball gun. "You are a fully grown man," Wynn started, "who took a fully grown woman to a paintball match—as a date, after work.""Yup," Ethan replied, unashamed. Wynn looked at him. "I can't believe I'm about to say this to you but, thank you."Ethan chuckled at the excitement she held back, then slipped his hands into his pockets. "There's one

Kyle glared. "What's with this dude? Who are you supposed to be?""That's my line," Ethan tilted his head. "Dude, get lost. I have business with this woman.""Dude, no," Ethan said with a straight face. Kyle frowned, eyeing Ethan from head to toe. Ethan was a head taller, and his green eyes spoke more words than his mouth did: 'Talk about her again and I'll rip your tongue out'. Kyle swallowed, stepping back a few paces. He tried to steal a glance at Wynn behind Ethan's build, then let out a scoff. "So you had a boyfriend, huh?" he continued, "you should've just said so. I wouldn't have wasted my time on you."Ethan furrowed his brows at Kyle's statement, blinking as the words sank in. "C'mon guys," Kyle pulled his crew along, "she ain't that pretty anyways."Ethan felt Kyle's words pierce his nerves like an arrow, and the corner of his lips tugged into a slight smirk. [The audacity of this coward,] he seethed inwardly.He stepped forward—his long strides closing the distance in

"Now that you're fully awake, I'll explain your condition again." Doctor Brew glanced at the chart, his expression blank and his voice calm. "You took a strong hit to your upper back. The scans show no fractures and no spinal cord injury, which is very good."Wynn had heard all of this before, but with Ethan awake, it was easier to believe that he would be fine.Her mind didn't race with a million things that could've been caused by the accident, and she didn't constantly glance at him—hoping to find his eyes open. Flipping between pages, Doctor Brew continued. "You have a deep muscle bruise and a moderate strain, which will be painful for a while. You blacked out due to a mild concussion, so we'll keep monitoring you."He blinked, switching his attention from the chart to Ethan. "You’ll stay with us for about three days for observation and pain management. After that, you’ll need around six weeks of recovery at home with limited activity." Closing the chart, his lips stretched to

Not unless he can erase three years of emotional torture. But, it'd be a waste telling him that. She also couldn't be bothered to.She let out a sigh. "You shouldn't move around, Mr Sterling. You should go back to bed.""Why are you suddenly avoiding me?"Wynn's brows shot up. "Whatever gave you that idea? I'm simply giving you the space you need to rest. You getting hurt was my fault—""It wasn't," He interjected. His brows knitted together, his eyes searching hers. "Is that why?""Why what?""Why you're avoiding me.""It's not."His brows furrowed further. "Then why are you? Did I do something? Is it because I held your hand? Or did what I say make you uncomfortable?""Mr Sterling—""Ethan."She froze. His eyes seemed to hold more fear than it did confusion. "We're not at work. Please, call me Ethan.""And If I refuse?"Ethan looked away, probably deep in thought. He seemed conflicted, and to be honest, she liked it. Suffer some more, Ethan Sterling. "If you have nothing else to s