Ethan's muscular body enveloped Helena in a tight and warm embrace. Helena wanted to resist, but she was too weak at the moment. She couldn't and didn't want to fight against Ethan.
"Cry, baby! Cry as much as you want," Ethan whispered, gently stroking Helena's head. "Humans don't become weak by crying."
"Why are you here?" Helena protested, sobbing. She didn't want to show her face to Ethan because she must have looked ridiculous at the moment. Maybe her face would look like her cousin's when she was sulking. "Why don't you keep flirting with Liana?"
"Flirting?" Ethan asked, confused.
An annoyed Helena looked up. She was angry because Ethan denied what he had just done with Liana.
"You threw flour at her face and she said, 'Ah, Ethan! You naughty!' and what else?" Helena, who was extremely frustrated, almost hit Ethan. However, he swiftly caught her hand.
