The Dinner Night ( 1 )

After going to his room, Ethan ran his hands through his hair several times in frustration.

He was confused. He didn't know what came over. Why did he hug her? For what reason?

He could have just consoled her from a distance, right? So, what was that hug for? Why did he suddenly see her as his Angel and hugged her?

Most importantly, his ice-cold heart started beating fast as hell.

He felt uncomfortable when the scent of her hair entered his nostril. He hated the fact that he enjoyed her scent and her soft body in his arms.

It felt like he was hugging his long-lost love. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” He questioned himself in frustration.

However, before he could continue with his crazy emotions, his phone started ringing.

Upon checking the screen, he saw that it was his father calling.

Ethan didn't glance at it for another second, then rejected it. He was aware that his grandfather might be fuming in rage by now.

He then went into his closet and picked up a new set of suits and w