Ethan's POV I carried the food to the dining table and headed back to the room where Emily was still sitting, looking vulnerable and hurt. I didn't feel like continuing our intense conversation, but I couldn't just ignore her either. She had been pouring her heart out to me, and it would be a jerk move to just walk away. So, I took a deep breath, trying to muster up some empathy, and sat down beside her, hoping we could find a way to move forward, even if it was just a silent meal together. The silence was suffocating, so I tried to break it with a lighthearted comment. "Hey, I'm starving! I ordered dinner, want to join me?" But she just shook her head, her eyes still red from crying. I persisted. "Come on, you should eat something, you look weak." She gazed into my eyes, her hands extended, asking for my help to get up from the bed. I gently lifted her, supporting her frail body as we walked to the dining table together, the tension between us palpable but also, somehow
Ethan's POV I stepped out of the hotel apartment and into the warm night, my emotions in disarray. I wandered, lost in a sea of thoughts and feelings, as the hotel lights blurred together around me. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air but only served to heighten my sense of isolation. I felt like a ghost, invisible and alone, without purpose or direction. My mind raced with memories of Ava's words, and her rejection, leaving me wondering what I had done wrong and what I could have done differently. Ava's betrayal had shattered me to the core, leaving my heart in pieces and my entire existence in ruins. It wasn't just a romantic relationship that had ended; it felt like my whole world had come crashing down. Every memory, every dream, every hope I had tied to her was now tainted with pain and sorrow. The heartbreak was all-consuming, leaving me feeling lost. To the outside world, I was a paragon of perfection, always excelling and achieving. But behind the mask of confid
Ethan's POV Shall we get started? I asked Emily My eyes never leaving hers. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, and together we navigated the crowded room. I could feel the weight of their gaze on me, sense the unspoken questions lingering in the air. I knew they were curious about my motives. But I wasn't ready to reveal my hand just yet. As we made our way through the throng of people, I couldn't help but notice the way Emily moved with grace and precision, her eyes scanning the room with a quiet intensity. We finally reached the main stage, where the symposium's keynote speaker was holding court. I took my place at the podium, my eyes locking onto the crowd as I began to speak. My words were met with a sea of nodding heads and thoughtful expressions, but I knew that the real challenge lay ahead. As I finished my speech and the crowd erupted into applause, I turned to Emily, my eyes searching for a glimmer of understanding. And for a moment, I thought I saw it - a fli
Emily's POV As I stood there, surrounded by the opulence of the hotel apartment, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Ethan's embrace had been a balm to my frazzled nerves, his words of encouragement a soothing salve to my battered soul. I pulled back, my eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, I saw something there that gave me hope. It was a glimmer of understanding, a spark of connection that went beyond mere employer and employee. "Thank you, Ethan," I whispered, my voice barely audible. " He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a sense of safety in his presence. It was a strange feeling, one that I couldn't quite explain, but it was there nonetheless. As we stood there, the tension between us was palpable. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his stare, and it made my heart race. "Maybe you should resign as my assistant," Ethan said, his voice neutral. I felt a pang in my heart, and my mind raced. I nodded. "Maybe a break would be
Emily's POV "Maybe I'll join you after I whip up dinner." I tried to sound casual despite the tension between us. Ethan's expression remained unyielding. "You don't have to bother, the cooks are resuming their duties today." "Okay, sir." we went our separate ways, the distance between us felt like an unresolved question hanging in the air. The conversation was stilted and awkward, with Ethan's curt responses and formal address making me feel like an outsider. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder what was driving his distant behavior. The exchange felt like a forced dance, with both of us moving through the motions but lacking any real connection or warmth. As we parted ways, I was left with a lingering sense of discomfort and unease. As I entered my room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I collapsed onto the bed, surrendering to the exhaustion that had been building up. Despite my initial resistance to returning, I was secretly r
Emily's POV "Pretend wife." Ethan clarified, a sly grin spreading across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The tension in my chest eased slightly, replaced by a mix of relief and curiosity. "Just for the evening, of course." He added, his voice dripping with charm, as he awaited my response to his unconventional request. "Oh, okay." I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter in my chest, as I focused on adding a sprinkle of spices to my noodles, the aroma wafting up to fill the air. "I'll play along." I added, my eyes darting up to meet Ethan's, a hint of a smile playing on my lips, as I wondered what I was getting myself into. "I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience." Ethan said, his expression turning serious, his eyes locked on mine. " To be honest, that's why I had to ask you to stay with me after the proxy marriage - so my family members would believe I have a wife by my side." His words hung in the air, a reminder of the elabora
Emily's POV Ethan flashed a triumphant smile as he took control of the stove, his movements fluid and assured. I watched, mesmerized, as he expertly cooked the noodles, his hands moving with a precision that belied his earlier claim of culinary ineptness. The air between us seemed to sizzle with tension, and I found myself drawn to him, my gaze lingering on the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. As he worked, he glanced up at me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. "Almost done." His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. "Maybe we should take some wine while we wait for the noodles to cook." Ethan suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Bring out some cups from the cupboard, would you?" He asked, already heading towards the wine rack. I nodded, my heart racing at the prospect of sharing a quiet moment with him. As I retrieved the cups, I could
Emily's POV "Maybe it's my turn to pick a nice suit for you how about that?" I pointed to the male collection full of expensive suits. Ethan's eyes widened in surprise, and a hint of a smile played on his lips. "You want to pick out a suit for me?" His voice was tinged with amusement. I nodded, feeling a sense of mischief. "Yes, why not? You've been dictating my wardrobe choices all day. It's my turn to return the favor." Ethan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Alright, Mrs. Smith. I'm in your hands." He gestured to the male collection, and I began browsing through the racks, running my fingers over the expensive fabrics. "Hmm, let's see...what would suit you best?" I muttered to myself, scanning the options. Ethan watched me with an air of anticipation, his eyes never leaving mine. I finally settled on a sleek black tuxedo, complete with a crisp white shirt and a black bow tie. "Try it on." I handed him the outfit. Ethan raised an eyebrow but o