After that...
He continued to be locked up, locked up until soone ca to persuade him...
During those days of being confined, Ethan Grant had no specific impressions.
If anything, it was the overwhelming darkness.
In the pitch-black world, fear and despair wrapped tightly around him, suffocating him.
That suffocation almost drove him to the brink of collapse.
At that mont, the phone ringing on the bedside table shrieked again, the caller relentlessly persistent, dialing over and over as if they wouldn’t stop until he answered.
Having just finished a cigarette, he sneered coldly, got up, and answered.
Whatever was said from the other end, however furious it may have been, Ethan Grant listened with a mocking smile still painted on his face.
"Say it again, you have no right to ddle in my affairs."
He said coldly, then hung up the phone, gazing at the number displayed on the screen with anger and hatred surging within him, chaotically coursing through his body.
With a "crash," he hurled the phone viciously against the wall, the device shattering into pieces.
This was the "nth" phone he’d smashed.
Every ti they called, he broke one.
The resentnt suppressed in his heart was also growing increasingly violent; he reached into his pocket for a cigarette, yearning to smoke until his senses dulled, leaving the room filled with smoke, but then suddenly, he recalled he needed to take care of his health.
If he were gone, what would happen to Serena?
He promptly extinguished the cigarette he just lit and opened the window to ventilate the room.
The external wind blew in, dispersing the smoke odor throughout the room, and as the evening breeze stirred, Ethan Grant turned his head to look at the wall to the left, she was just beyond there, such a comforting feeling!
Although they weren’t in the sa room, every night, because of her return, his insomnia wasn’t as severe, but still, how dare he live with her?
Next morning, Ethan Grant, unsure on a whim, got up early and went to her room to wake her up.
She had morning temper, and seeing his smiling face, really wanted to slap him.
That man, grinning cheekily as always, ignored whatever face she gave him, and even wanted to help her change clothes.
Serena Sullivan really wanted to surrender, was he thinking that being so considerate would erase the past grievances?
Four years ago, where was he!
When she returned, rushing to the wedding and demanding he marry her, he pushed her, causing her to fall with the car, these incidents he might forget, but she hadn’t.
Anyway, she felt that Ethan Grant was being absurd, the cruelty towards her a while ago, and now in such short ti, he had changed his face.
Once things sowhat settled, she planned for Finn Chandler to arrange her escape.
"Made so noodles for you."
Seeing Serena Sullivan dressed so well, Ethan Grant was especially joyous; he’d risen early, prepared breakfast, and paced back and forth at her door for over half an hour before coming in to call her.
Serena didn’t respond, being guided by Ethan Grant to the table, where the noodles were served, looking quite good and sowhat familiar.
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