He’s in a meeting, Miss Quinn…”
“Then I’ll come over.”
I didn’t wait to hear what he had to say and hung up.
The security at this villa was strict. There were guards at the entrance.
I looked up and told them I was going to Ethan’s company.
I supposed this was one of the perks of being engaged to him.
No one stopped me. I walked straight to the top floor without any obstacles.
Only when I was about to barge into the conference room did his assistant finally stop me.
“Miss Quinn, you can wait in the lounge…”
I pushed the doors open without hesitation.
Sometimes, I didn’t quite understand what I was trying to do.
Maybe being trapped in the dark had created the urge to pull someone down along.
Or maybe I just wanted to create a mess, to ruin myself completely.
That way, I wouldn’t have to wonder whether someone like me was even worth saving.
The conference room was filled with middle-aged men, most of them well past their prime.
Seated at the head of the table, Ethan stood out because of his looks. He didn’t belong among them.
All eyes were on me—forty-something pairs, scrutinizing.
Maybe it was the cold blast of the air conditioning, but for a moment, I couldn’t stop trembling.
Then suddenly, someone scooped me up.
For the first time, I caught the scent of smoke on Ethan.
It was cold and merciless, just like him.
“When did you get here, hmm?”
Just moments ago, I heard him berate his subordinates. He changed his tone so fast.
Now, speaking to me, his voice was soft.
…
Because of my intrusion, the meeting was abruptly cut short.
By the time I snapped back to my senses, I was already in his office, still in his arms.
His office was spacious, sitting at the very top of the building, with a view of the towering skyline below.
Standing at such a height, looking down, it felt as if the people rushing about below—their entire fates—could be grasped in the palm of his hand.
As if crushing an ant like me would take no effort at all.
