All Chapters of Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

Ethan pressed his lips deeper—it felt good; it was magical. His heart throbbed like it would jump out of his chest.This was a breach of contract, and he knew it. But what could he do when his heart wanted nothing else but Hannah? But Hannah wasn’t kissing him back.She went rigid, her lips unmoving beneath his. Her breath hitched, her fingers curling into weak fists. It took a minute for her mind to catch up, but Hannah gasped and pulled away when it did.“Ethan…” her voice came out a bit breathy than intended. Ethan looked up. His eyes flashed with fear—fear that he had upset Hannah and ruined the relationship before it even started. “I thought… I just…” he paused to catch his breath. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he admitted. He just wanted to kiss her. He had been wanting to do that for a while now. Hannah frowned, disappointment etched on her face. “Do you think I’m easy?” “Do you think this is appropriate considering the kind of relationship we have?”Ethan’s gaze so

Torn between running after Hannah, and answering the phone, Ethan chose the latter.He picked up the phone and walked outside, right into his garden before pressing the phone to his ear. “Just because I called you once doesn’t give you the right to call me at any time, do you understand?”“I can’t make it,” Lily calmly spoke, yet apprehension laced through the calm. “I can’t see you today.”Ethan raised a brow, not from disappointment but confusion. “Why not?” He asked, this time calmer than before.“I just can’t.”“I need to know what’s going on between you and Hannah. Did you say anything to upset her?”The line went silent. Lily’s words dried up.“Lily?” Ethan called, “What did you say?”“I didn’t mean it, Ethan, I swear. It came out wrong.”“What happened?!” Ethan repeated, his patience slipping Lily contemplated the situation. Would telling Ethan the truth solve the problem? Or would it worsen it?“This is between me and Hannah, Ethan. We will figure it out, but if you must kno

The school bus rounded up at 6 Gavin Avenue, a large field of white daisies with large clay pots holding nothing but the wishes of tourists and locals. The Screenwriting school had carefully chosen this spot. They were particular about it. It was supposed to inspire them for an entry into the school’s fourth annual contest. “Can this inspire anyone?” Gloria asked, the petite young woman with large spectacles would have passed for the quiet, timid one in the group, but Gloria was far from reserved. She was outspoken, voicing her opinions and perspectives whether you liked it or not. As talkative as she was, she was also the observant one. Her attention to detail was commendable and just like every other day, despite the number of people trooping into the daisy field, amidst the noises, she was the first to notice that Hannah hadn’t said a word all day. Instead, she repeatedly glanced at her phone, like she was expecting a call any minute, unfortunately, all day, her phone didn’t ri