Jane Sullivan, in a hurry because of her high heels, fell down the stairs, scraping and bleeding her knees.
After a simple bandage, she hurried to Washington D.C.
Upon reaching the box door, Jane Sullivan unhesitatingly twisted open the door, to see Benjamin embracing a woman inside, and similarly, Ethan had one beside him, only Justin's side was empty.
When the door opened, and all three men looked towards the entrance at the same time, Justin's gaze froze. "Jane?"
Just as he was about to stand up, he was sternly reprimanded by Ethan in a muffled voice: "She is still my wife."
Justin clenched his fists, wanting to take Jane Sullivan away right then, but what right did he have?
Jane Sullivan, with a smile on her lips, signaled Justin with her eyes not to confront Ethan directly.
Enduring the pain, she walked in slowly, under Ethan's gaze, taking off her coat in a carefree manner, revealing the lace dress underneath which, apart from being form-fitting, also featured an off-shoulder design that accentuated the sensual lines of her collarbone...
Apart from Ethan and Justin, Benjamin was already staring in astonishment, wondering what had gotten into the little white rabbit today.
However, as soon as Jane Sullivan approached them, Ethan immediately stood up, walked around the coffee table to her, and before she could speak, he grabbed her wrist and headed outside, picking up the coat on the way.
Only after the sound of the door slamming did Justin stand up and rush out.
...
Ethan, full of resentment, dragged Jane Sullivan straight to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor, the 87th.
After the previous night, Jane Sullivan was very afraid of Ethan. Despite the pain in her wrist, she dared not utter a word.
Ethan remained silent, his deep eyes swirling with intensity.
Although it took only 30 seconds to reach the top floor, standing next to Ethan, Jane Sullivan felt suffocated, unable to breathe.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Ethan pulled her out, and only then did Jane Sullivan gasp for air, arriving in front of a room door.
"Uncle…"
Before she could finish, Ethan had already opened the door and pulled her in.
At the bathroom door, he pushed Jane Sullivan inside and turned on the shower.
"Clean yourself up!"
What Ethan couldn't stand the most was seeing Jane Sullivan dressed seductively!
When Jane Sullivan was completely soaked, the lace dress clinging to her skin, she bit her lip and looked at Ethan for help, because the water was cold.
"Uncle... it's cold..."
Ethan approached, turned off the shower, and glared at her makeup-smeared face, "Jane Sullivan, you're nothing but a temptress!"
As he spoke, he wiped the lipstick from her lips, pinched her chin, and kissed her...
Jane Sullivan's head was spinning, and her body was cold. When Ethan kissed her, she instinctively embraced the man's waist, seeking warmth.
Ethan was tense all over, his palm rubbing her back, finding the zipper, and hurriedly removing the dress from her body.
Jane Sullivan knew what Ethan was doing to her, but she had no choice, having mentally prepared herself beforehand, so at that moment, she could only silently endure...
But Ethan wanted Jane Sullivan's compliance. He lifted her by the waist and carried her to the living room, then pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window. Without drawing the curtains, Jane Sullivan, who was afraid of heights, instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck tightly.
"I'm scared, not here, uncle… please…"
Jane Sullivan was in tears, trembling all over.
But Ethan had no intention of letting her go, he wanted her to be afraid!
Only fear would make her cling tightly to him.
However, when Ethan's hand was about to move downward, he suddenly noticed bloodstains on the floor. It turned out Jane Sullivan's wound had reopened due to the large movements, bleeding down her calf.
"You little temptress!" Ethan growled and then lifted Jane Sullivan in his arms.
Jane Sullivan thought he would continue to scare her and clung tightly to Ethan's neck, crying out, "I'm really afraid of heights, really afraid…"
Jane Sullivan, like a koala, clung tightly to Ethan, afraid he would let go.
However, when she was placed on the sofa, Jane Sullivan immediately stopped crying. Her mascara-smudged eyes, resembling panda eyes, glared at Ethan, unsure of his next move.
Ethan, with a dark expression, took out his
phone from his pocket, dialed Benjamin's number.
"Bring a doctor up here."
Upon hearing this, Benjamin immediately stood up from the sofa, "Brother, aren't you being a bit too rough? Calling a doctor now?"
"Bring a doctor up here to dress the wound! Remember, a female doctor."
After speaking, Ethan ended the call.
Benjamin finally recovered from his daze, remembering Jane Sullivan had bandages on her ankle when she pushed the door open. It wasn't about abuse… it was about dressing a wound.
*
While waiting for the doctor, Ethan draped his coat over Jane Sullivan.
Then, he lit a cigarette and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Jane Sullivan clutched the coat tightly, sneaking a glance at Ethan. His tall figure stood in front of the window, a mere silhouette, yet his pervasive air of anger was palpable.
When the doctor arrived, Jane Sullivan cooperated throughout.
After the dressing, the doctor measured her temperature, finding a fever of 39 degrees.
"Miss Sullivan, I'll prescribe some fever-reducing medicine. Remember, the wound can't get wet again to avoid infection. You're too weak," the doctor said.
Jane Sullivan nodded, "Thank you, doctor."
After the doctor left, Ethan snatched the prescription from her hand and walked out the door.
Benjamin saw Ethan come out and immediately ran over, "Bro, what about the little white rabbit? You haven't eaten her, have you?"
As he spoke, he tried to peek into the room but was blocked by Ethan, "Go buy these medicines."
"What?"
Benjamin was confused until Ethan turned and closed the door. He realized Ethan was using him as an errand boy.
When Benjamin returned with the medicines and was shut out by Ethan again, he resolved to find Doreen to ask what was going on with the little white rabbit lately.
Why was Ethan so protective of her now?
*
Jane Sullivan, having not slept all night and already drowsy, fell into a deeper sleep after taking the medicine.
When Ethan, wearing a bathrobe, came out of the bathroom, Jane Sullivan was already half-lying asleep on the sofa.
The doctor had cleaned her face, so now, with her eyes closed, the swelling around her eyes was evident.
Ethan looked at her peaceful face, a trace of brilliance flowing through his eyes. Standing by the bed for a moment, he then returned to the sofa.
Picking up the lighter and cigarette from the coffee table, he lit it and walked outside the bedroom, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the snowflakes outside, frowning in deep thought.
Because even he didn't understand why he was treating Jane Sullivan this way.
...
☆,022 Ethan lifted her chin with one hand
Ethan had thought that no woman could disturb his mind after that woman left.
However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Jane Sullivan's charm—
So now, he had to rethink—Jane Sullivan, to keep or to discard—
After smoking several cigarettes, Ethan extinguished the stub, returned to the bedroom, and approached the bed again.
Focusing on the sleeping doll-like face, his rough fingertips slid from Jane Sullivan's nose to her lips.
Remembering the taste of her lips, he finally made a decision.
He wanted to try—
To see if he could break free from the "prison" that confined him.
Because Jane Sullivan was the second woman who could arouse him—
However, just as he was about to kiss her, a "gurgling" sound suddenly extinguished his mood.
...
Jane Sullivan woke up in the evening, lured by the smell of food.
As she got out of bed and opened the bedroom door, she felt dizzy again, almost collapsing, but was caught by Ethan, who had just entered.
His eyes were indifferent as he glanced at the small frame of the woman in his arms,