She was an extrely traditional girl. Deep in her bones, she believed in giving her body only to a man worth loving for a lifeti.
He knew this about her.
That was why he hadn’t taken her before, afraid he would let her down.
But now, he was certain. He wanted to be with her, willingly. To have children with her, to grow old until he couldn’t walk anymore, and still want to be by her side.
He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, his enchanting voice whispering in her ear.
"Chloe, I want to be with you. I truly an it."
"Hearing you say that is enough, Boss Ellsworth."
*
A long ti passed without them realizing it, both having lost all track of ti.
He pulled the covers over her and kissed her on the cheek. "You little fool, you have my innocence now. It’s up to you whether you want to take responsibility for for the rest of our lives."
"Boss Ellsworth, you have mine too."
Ethan Ellsworth seed to be in an excellent mood, the previous gloom completely gone from his face. "Are you hungry? I’ll go get you sothing to eat."
"Okay."
Watching him leave, Chloe Marshall ignored her aching body and shot up in bed. She bit her own arm. ’It’s not a dream.’
She imdiately started rolling around on the bed, as if it were the only way to express the happiness she felt.
After ssing around for a bit, she lay back down and grew quiet.
She thought back on all the little monts between her and Ethan Ellsworth, from when they first t until now.
It felt both bittersweet and joyous.
’But thankfully, I’ve successfully found a place in his heart. That’s more important than anything else.’
The news that Ethan Ellsworth and Jean Grant were in love completely exploded online.
It caused a massive uproar on the internet.
Ethan Ellsworth was a top celebrity, the most sought-after male artist in the industry.
He had debuted several years ago, and his popularity had remained consistently high, with countless fans both at ho and abroad.
This was the first ti news of him being in a relationship had ever been exposed.
But half an hour later, his managent agency personally denied the rumor.
For a mont, netizens didn’t know whether to believe it or not.
Unable to find him, reporters could only stake out the entrance to the agency, lying in wait.
At that very mont, who would have thought he was having a al with his little assistant?
Just before this, while netizens were in a heated discussion, their idol had just ended his twenty-five years of celibacy.
Right after they finished eating, Ethan Ellsworth received a call from Quentin Grant.
He wanted to see him.
Ethan Ellsworth agreed.
He went alone to Quentin Grant’s house across the street.
Quentin Grant had rushed back this ti. Seeing him, he asked calmly, "What exactly is going on?"
"Do you want the truth or a lie?"
"Don’t be ridiculous."
"Fine, let’s sit down and talk." Ethan Ellsworth had no intention of hiding anything from him and told him everything that had happened during this period.
After listening, Quentin Grant fell silent.
After a long mont, he spoke.
"Jean... she might have so psychological problems."
"Quentin, you need to have a good talk with her. I can’t keep doing this. I have my principles."
"I’m going to head over to her place now."
Quentin Grant arrived at Jean Grant’s villa.
As he reached the living room doorway, he found her sitting listlessly on the sofa playing a video ga, with Mrs. Grant sitting beside her, watching.
"Quentin, you’re back."
He strode inside and walked up to Jean Grant. "Put the ga away."
Jean Grant kept her head down, her eyes glued to the screen, as if she hadn’t heard him.
"Jean Grant!"
She finally stopped what she was doing and looked up.
Her face was haggard and incredibly bleak. Where was the vibrant energy of a woman in her twenties?
Seeing her like this, Quentin Grant gripped her by the shoulders. "Are you still a daughter of the Grant Family? Huh? Are you still that proud, invincible sister of mine?"
"Your sister is already dead. I’m just a walking corpse now."
"Jean Grant, why are you doing this? Do you know that right now, in my eyes, you’re just a madwoman?" His face was cold, yet it held a faint trace of heartache.
"Brother, did you co back just to tell that? If so, please, you can leave."
Quentin Grant exploded with anger. "Jean Grant, who do you think you’re torturing by acting like this! Don’t think for a second that Ethan Ellsworth wronged you. Use your head and think carefully about who really wronged whom! He liked you for so many years. Does that an you can just use that to make him your slave for a lifeti? You don’t love Ethan Ellsworth; you’re just forcing your pain onto him. Jean Grant, wake up! I tried to set you two up ti and ti again, but you wouldn’t even give him the ti of day. Now you’re paying the price for your own actions. He accepted you, so tell , why are you *still* entangled with Marlon Marshall!"
Tears stread down Jean Grant’s face as she stood up and shrieked, "How was I supposed to know it was him! I thought it was Ethan Ellsworth! You think I wanted this to happen? I didn’t understand before, but I get it now! Brother, I’m begging you. You’re on good terms with him, please go and beg him to co back to ! I know he was just placating this morning. I wasn’t really going to kill myself, I just wanted to see if he cared about ! Brother, I just want to be with him now!"
Quentin Grant sneered. "You made your bed, now lie in it. Why should I go beg him for you? He’s a person. He can be with whoever he likes, just like how he stubbornly loved you for so many years. Jean, you’ve made him give up on you completely. Just let him go. You’ll et soone better. Acting like this will only make people think you’re cheap!"
Jean Grant sobbed, "I only want him."
"You’re acting just like when you insisted on marrying Marlon Marshall. Jean, Ethan Ellsworth has already fallen in love with soone else. He’s not coming back, so stop dreaming."
"But I just want to be with him!" Jean Grant’s legs gave out, and she fell to her knees, losing control. "Brother, take to him! I want to see him! I want to see him! Aaaah! I want to see him!!!"
Quentin Grant raised his hand and slapped her across the face. The blow sent her stumbling to the floor.
A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. She clutched her cheek and slowly sat up. "Brother, you hit ? You’ve never hit in my entire life, and now you’re hitting !"
"Jean Grant, you listen to . Ethan Ellsworth is never going to be with you again. Forget him—if it were , I wouldn’t be with a woman like you either. You’re about to go down the sa path as Catherine Callahan, don’t you realize that? Sotis, being obsessed isn’t a good thing."
She shook her head. "I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. All I know is that if it weren’t for that lowly woman, Chloe Marshall, Ethan Ellsworth would still love !"
Quentin Grant loosened his tie.
He looked at Mrs. Grant. "Mom, I have to return to Yarnia tomorrow. I’m worried about Nora being there by herself. I’ll arrange for more people to keep an eye on her. You should go back to the old family ho."
"How can I rest easy with Jean in this state? I’ll stay here with her. Quentin, what is Nora Ainsworth doing abroad?"
A flicker of sothing crossed Quentin Grant’s eyes. "She’s not doing anything. You don’t need to worry about it. I have my own plans for my affairs."
He turned, made arrangents with the team leader to post more n here, and then walked out the main gate.
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