Alexa Ethan’s phone rang, causing him to walk back as though he had just realized what he was doing. Even I, at some point, was lost in it, I stood there waiting, and half hoping he was really trying to kiss me. But now, how can I be sure when he throws me a disgusted glare and walks out the door, greeting Chloe? “Shit, we need to remain focused,” I said to myself as I went ahead to sit on the bed. There’s no way I can spend the night here anyway, I brought no extra clothes. But a few minutes later, Ethan had returned with shopping bags, he threw one over to me, before settling on the couch, and I checked for myself. I didn’t want to speak to him; no amount of talking would make me understand him. So fine, if my boss said I should sleep in the same room with him, then fine, if he says he doesn’t give a damn about me, fine, if he says he won’t help me out with my father’s case, fine. But I will fish out the killer myself, and if it is him, I will forever curse myself for loving him.
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