Upon hearing what Alex just said.
Ethan froze for a moment, her words catching him off guard. She knows? he thought, his mind racing to piece together how she could have figured it out. But he quickly masked his surprise, leaning back in his chair with a composed expression.
"Which day?" he asked, his voice calm yet deliberately unsettling. He let a fraction of his aura seep into the room, its weight pressing down like an invisible force.
Most people would've faltered under it, but she didn't even flinch.
Her confident smile remained as she stepped closer.
"Ethan," she said, her tone playful but with an underlying certainty, "you don't have to pretend. That day… I touched your hand. I even fell on you. Your presence, your energy—it was unmistakable. I could easily tell you were the man behind the mask."
