All Chapters of No Strings Attached: My Brother’s Best Friend : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Reuben’s POVThe smirk on my face was involuntary as I leaned back in the chair, letting my gaze flicker between Emily and Ethan. The tension between them was almost palpable, her fiery defiance clashing against his thinly veiled anger. Emily’s voice, sharp and unyielding, broke through my musings. “Stop beating around the bush, Reuben. Say whatever it is you have to say, or I’m done here.”I found it quite amusing to see her like this, fire burning in her eyes, her words cutting through the air like knives. I couldn’t help but laugh, a low, rich sound that seemed to echo in the silence of the restaurant. But it wasn’t her demand that made me laugh. No, my mind had wandered back to an hour earlier, to the call that set this entire evening into motion.It was a brief call, almost too brief to be meaningful. “We need to talk,” the voice had said, calm and curt. I didn’t need to ask who it was. I knew. Lila Frost wasn’t one to hide behind ambiguity. Her reputation preceded her—a woma

Ethan’s POVI couldn’t believe it. I stood there, my heart burning from the sting of her rejection, my mind struggling to process what had just happened. Did she really just shove me? In public, no less? I was still standing there, like an idiot, my hands wrapped around my chest, when I realized that a few curious glances had already been cast our way. I couldn’t let anyone catch a glimpse of what had happened—no way in hell was I going to let this get out, not now.I didn’t give anyone a second to react. I spun around, my boots hitting the pavement with purpose as I stormed out of the restaurant. The air outside was cooler, a slight breeze rustling my jacket, but it felt suffocating, like the weight of everything that had just gone down was pressing on me from all sides. I had to get control of this. I couldn’t let Emily’s anger consume me. I needed to fix this—somehow.My mind raced, the adrenaline from the confrontation still coursing through me. The sting of her slap was sharp

EmilyI paid the cab driver, feeling the cool air wrap around me as I stepped out of the vehicle. The Frost Mansion loomed in front of me like some gothic dream, its massive gates greeting me like the mouth of an ancient creature. The driver pulled away, leaving the quiet hum of the city behind me. I stood there for a moment, trying to gather myself before walking up to the gates on foot.I wasn’t sure what I expected—maybe the security would let me pass without a question, or maybe they would give me that look, the one people gave when they recognized me as just another person in the wrong place at the wrong time. The look that said I was in trouble, that something about me was wrong. But as I approached the gates, the man on guard immediately raised his hand, signaling for me to stop.“Miss Emily,” he called, his voice low and professional. “Please wait here. We need to contact the main house.”I nodded, biting my lip to keep myself together. I didn’t need to make a scene. Not her

Emily’s POVThe morning light streamed through the large windows of the Frost Mansion’s dining room, painting the walls in soft shades of gold. I sat at the long, polished table with the Frost family, sipping my coffee slowly. The warmth of the mug in my hands was a welcome comfort after the restless night I’d spent upstairs in the guest room. I hadn’t expected such a warm reception from them, especially after all the chaos that had unfolded the day before.Ronan, who sat across from me, was as stoic as ever, his sharp eyes watching me intently. Next to him, Luna Joan smiled softly at me, her warm, motherly gaze more comforting than I expected. Lila, always the mischievous one, shot me a playful grin from beside her mother, as if she knew something I didn’t."So," Ronan said, breaking the quiet, his deep voice cutting through the clinking of silverware. "You don’t need to stay in Lila’s old lab anymore. You can move into the guest room downstairs. It’s yours for as long as you need

Emily’s POVAfter storming out of the VVIP room, I barely made it back to my office before my heart started racing, my head pounding with confusion. I didn’t even know why I was so upset. Why did it bother me so much? It wasn’t like I loved Ethan. God, no. I couldn’t love him, not after everything. After all, he was just a guy who had been messing with me and my emotions, pretending to care one minute and pulling away the next. That’s not love. No, this was something else entirely. Something worse.But, as I sat there in my office, the words replaying over and over in my mind, I couldn’t help but laugh. I actually laughed at myself. Of course I had fallen for him. Why wouldn’t I have? I’d let him get too close, allowed myself to believe in his promises, in the idea that maybe, just maybe, there was something real between us. But now, all that seemed like a distant memory—one I was more than ready to leave behind.I leaned back in my chair, the dim light from my desk lamp casting s