Even Ethan himself didn't fully understand why he found himself confessing his true feelings to someone like Charlotte. Yet, in her presence, he inexplicably felt at ease."You'll get what you wish for, Ethan."Charlotte's voice was soft. She looked at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips, as she thought, 'Yes, no one is truly innocent. Not you, Ethan. And certainly not me—the one who would soon make you pay.'Noticing he'd drunk too much, Charlotte reached out and removed the wine glass from in front of him, replacing it with a cup of steaming hot tea. She leaned closer, her voice unusually gentle."Ethan, you're a little drunk. Drink some tea and take it slow."Ethan's gaze, bleary yet sharp, locked on her. Abruptly, he grasped her wrist. His palm was hot.Charlotte didn't pull away. She let him hold her, leaning slightly forward in response."Bunny," Ethan murmured, "you seem to have a lot of questions today."He didn't realize that the nickname he had reserved for that sp
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