All Chapters of Only Regrets: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

After that night, I didn't see Ethan again. Because of the suspension, I was not attending classes; and I was also not going outside the dorm room. I needed to heal my wound as soon as possible; and it has healed in a week, as it was just a minor cut. Now, I am getting ready to attend today's class, after a whole week. I have to face Ethan again. The asshole is in the same section as mine. The thing that frustrates me is, I have to face him in the classroom. I don't understand how Ethan managed to enter my room that night. Did no one notice him? It's strange. Does he not feel scared of anyone? Putting on high waisted straight leg jeans, paired with button down crop top, and medium size pump heels, I march towards the classroom. My feet come to a stop seeing Ethan in front of me. All of a sudden, I recall everything he told me that night. How jealous he was feeling just because Aiden kissed me. If he can feel this much jealousy just because of a kiss; then if I have sex with Aide

The Grand Ballroom at the upscale hotel is buzzing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as we enter, shimmering with soft lighting and elegant decor. As I feel someone's intense gaze on me, my eyes look for the person, and instantaneously land on Mr. Ethan Wilson, adorned in a black tuxedo, black shirt—the first three buttons are open—paired with black leather shoes, along with his silver cross pendant in his neck and analog watch as always; and his wavy deep brown long hair falling on his face, shining in the soft lighting. Small silver rings gleam from his earlobe. His mouth opens, locking his eyes with mine. He's stunned by seeing me. My own body responds to his gaze, my breathing increasing. Why does he show up everywhere I go? Does he follow me or something like that? The more I look into his dark brown eyes, the more I get lost. These eyes scream how much he wants to have me, and it threatens me everytime, the desire in his eyes that demands to be sati

“Who made you cry?” Ethan asks, his brows furrowing in worry. I don't want to tell him anything, otherwise he'll try to give me his shoulder to cry on, just like guys do every time. I understand the cunningness of boys very well. They can do anything to impress girls. Even if Aiden has hurt me, I still don't allow any guy—to give me his shoulder to lean on, or to cry on. “Not your business,” saying, I step forward to go, but he holds on to my wrist from behind. I wince in pain at his touch and turn to him, as he grasps the same wrist Jason has grasped before. He leaves my wrist quickly and holds on to my palm instead—of the same hand—raising it upwards in the air. My mouth drops open, as I examine the marks on my wrist closely, the small cuts where the nails have broken my skin, and tiny beads of blood dripping out from these cuts, staining the hand and the floor with dark, crimson spots. Ethan's jaw tightens, clenching his fist tightly. “Who did this to you?” he growls, in

Settling me on the passenger seat, Ethan shuts the car's door and walks around the driver seat. As he sits on the driver's seat, he starts the engine and drives away from there. “Where are you taking me now?” I ask. “At the hospital,” he says, averting his gaze to me. “It's not a big wound.” “It is. I can't let you go to the dorm like this. Your hand, your feet…both are stained in blood,” he states. I give up on fighting further, as I'm already tired from today's drama. My whole life has become a drama all of a sudden. Everyday feels like I'm the main character of a dramatic movie. I don't know what more things will happen to me in future. I'm not prepared for any traumatic experience. Jesus! Please, let my life go back as it used to be. As we reach the nearby hospital, Ethan takes me in his arms again. He enters the hospital along with me, and everyone's gaze shifts on us. They are making me uncomfortable. “Ethan, I can walk. Everyone's staring at us,” I whisper in his ear

To my surprise, my phone starts ringing. It's an unknown number. Picking up the call, I fly the phone to my ear. “Sit inside the car,” the voice comes from the other side. “Who's that?” “Mr. Ethan Wilson…your soon to be husband.” “What the fuck is that? Are you giving me an order?” “No. I'm kidnapping you. You're unofficially kidnapped Miss Dubois,” he declares, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “What! I'm kidnapped. Are you out of your mind? You can't kidnap me. I won't sit inside the car,” I shout at him. “Emily was there with you in the park. Right? I'm sure you haven't seen her for a long time,” he says. My temples tense in worry now. Yes. I was here with Emily. Due to my heartache, I completely forgot about her. I should look for her. “Don't need to look for her, Belle. She's safe for now, but won't be for a long time if you don't sit inside the car…now,” he states. My eyes widen and my jaw drops. Is he telling the truth or just pranking with me? One second.