Joanne calmed her emotions and looked at the worried Justin, "Justin, the things I told you today, you must not tell Ethan. You know, he can"t stand anyone mentioning my sister. If he could, he wouldn"t have spent so much money to buy all the movies and TV shows she starred in and take them offline. Now, you can"t even find a picture of my sister on the internet."
"My sister is a thorn in Ethan"s heart, untouchable and irremovable. So, if I"m not wrong in my analysis, Jane Sullivan must be a substitute for her, because she looks similar, and that"s why Ethan treats her as my sister."
"This also means that what Ethan likes is not Jane Sullivan, but her face. So, if you really can"t let go of Jane Sullivan, I suggest you continue to win her back. After all, a substitute won"t last long."
"You saw it yourself just now, anyone who looks like my sister gets Ethan"s attention. Now it"s Jane Sullivan, next time, who knows who it will be?"
...
Leaving Joanne"s apartment, Justin sat in his car, unable to start it for a long time.
He had a flight back to Paris scheduled for tomorrow morning, planning to say goodbye to everyone tonight, but this episode disrupted all his plans.
To go or to stay?
Or? Should he tell Jane Sullivan the truth right now?
Even if he told her, she might not believe it.
Jane Sullivan is the kind of person who doesn"t turn back until she hits a wall, unless one day she sees it with her own eyes, or Ethan really gets tired of her and decides to end their relationship. Otherwise, she will always stay.
Because she is such a stubborn, foolish girl...
*
In the deep of the night, Jane Sullivan lay in bed, unable to sleep, tossing and turning, her lower abdomen hurting so much that she was sweating coldly, biting her pillow.
She used to have painful periods before, but never as bad as this time.
The wind outside was very strong, the dry winter in the north city often brought sandstorms, and the villa was in the suburbs with many French parasol trees around, making the sound of leaves falling.
When she lived here before, she had Sauerkraut for company, so she wasn"t too scared.
But tonight, she was alone.
Listening to the wind and feeling unwell, a sense of fear overwhelmed her.
She got out of bed to turn on the light, then got back into bed, wishing Ethan would come back soon.
However, what she didn"t know was that Ethan was standing in front of the floortoceiling window in his bathrobe, smoking and overlooking the night scene of the north city, with the sound of a shower in his ears.
A young girl was showering inside, her face full of panic, but her heart full of anticipation.
Because she knew the man who brought her to Ethan"s place, the richest and youngest heartthrob in the north city.
Even though it was her first time being sold, she was willing to be bought by such an outstanding man.
...
Wrapped in a bath towel, she opened the bathroom door, saw Ethan"s tall figure, and tremblingly walked towards him, "Mr. Grayson, I... I"m clean now."
Hearing her voice, Ethan turned around and scrutinized the young girl, exhaled a ring of smoke, and raised his hand, "Come here..."
The girl walked towards him, her lips trembling, clearly inexperienced.
"What"s your name?"
"Celia," the girl answered softly.
Ethan nodded, and as she approached, he prepared to pull off her bath towel.
But just as he was about to touch it, his fingertips trembled, and the image of Jane Sullivan flashed in his mind.
He quickly dismissed the thought of Jane Sullivan, grabbed Celia"s chin, leaned down to kiss her, but instead kissed her neck.
Celia involuntarily wrapped her arms around Ethan"s neck, liking the kinglike Ethan, looking forward to his next move, even deliberately making a moaning sound from her throat to arouse the man"s desire.
But her moan sounded particularly harsh in Ethan"s ears.
He couldn"t continue, pushed the girl away gently, "Get dressed and leave immediately."
"Mr. Grayson, I can, I willingly want to give you my first time," Celia thought Ethan wanted her to be more proactive and immediately opened her bath towel.
"Enough!" Ethan shouted angrily, restraining her hand, his eyes filled with rage, "Leave!"
...
Leaving Ethan"s residence, Celia couldn"t believe that Ethan didn"t even want to touch her. Where did it go wrong? Her face was definitely up to standard.
She took out her phone and dialed Joanne"s number, anxiously waiting for her to answer.
Joanne, seeing Celia"s number, thought she had successfully made it to Ethan"s bed and even taken photos. She quickly swiped to answer, "Celia, that was quick. Did it go well?"
"Joanne, are you sure CEO likes my innocent face? But why did he look at me and not even touch me, just told me to leave!"
"How is that possible!"
Celia was the only one among the young models who resembled her sister Beata. If not for her resemblance, Joanne wouldn"t have bothered to send her to YS, even keeping it a secret from Benjamin, to present her to Ethan.
Now Celia says Ethan didn"t touch her at all?
What about Jane Sullivan?
"Don"t worry for now, we"ll talk in detail when we meet tomorrow."
Celia nodded, "Okay."
After ending the call, Joanne furiously threw her phone to the ground, scratching her hair, baffled.
"Where did it go wrong? Ethan couldn"t possibly fall for Jane Sullivan! He"s attracted to her because she looks like my sister! There can"t be any other reason!"
"Something must have gone wrong! I have to meet this Jane Sullivan and see what"s different about her."
...
When Ethan returned to the villa, it was already past 2 a.m.
Seeing that the light in the bedroom was still on, he guessed Jane Sullivan must have forgotten to turn it off.
He entered the living room, took off his coat, and staggered towards the second floor.
Ethan didn"t go to the bedroom, unsure how to face Jane Sullivan, so he went to his study as usual, turned on the computer, and switched to the surveillance video.
Seeing Jane Sullivan in bed, trembling all over, clutching the pillow as if in agony, Ethan immediately stood up and opened the bedroom door, "Jane, what"s wrong? Where does it hurt?"
"Uncle... I"m in pain, my stomach hurts so much..."