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    “You like what you see?” Ethan asked, pulling the nket down to reveal more of his body. “Check out my waist and my legs.”


    “You’re such a flirt…” Brenna snapped out of her daze, realizing she had been gawking, and quickly rushed out of the room with the thermos.


    Ethan let out a low chuckle and made his way to the bathroom. Twenty minutester, he stepped out of his room, dressed sharply in a ck suit.


    “Did you make soup for me?” Ethan asked.


    Brenna had been focused on her phone, and when she looked up and saw Ethan fully dressed, she found herself missing the sight of him shirtless. He really did look incredible without clothes.


    “Yeah,” Brenna replied as she twisted open the thermos and began pouring soup into a bowl for him, then another for herself. From anotherpartment, she brought out sandwiches and boiled eggs. “Drink some soup first. It should help with the headache.”


    Ethan nodded. “Thanks for looking after mest night. It must’ve been a lot of trouble for you.”


    He naturally assumed it had been Brenna who had helped undress him. The idea of her seeing his body left him feeling oddly pleased. Still, he couldn’t understand how he’d slept so deeply. Had he kissed her in a drunken haze? He wished he had kissed her.


    He started to wish he had installed cameras in his room just so he could rey the moment and watch her undress him. He would happily go through it all again if it meant Brenna would be the one removing his clothes.


    “It really wasn’t a big deal,” Brenna answered lightly, brushing it off.


    Just as they were finishing up breakfast, Ethan’s phone suddenly buzzed with a call. He nced at the screen and saw Jayceon’s name. Without a second thought, he declined the call.


    Momentster, he received a message from Jayceon.


    “I’ve got a document that needs reviewing. Mind helping me with it?”


    Ethan responded, “Your leg’s injured, not your hands or your head!”


    Jayceon replied, “True, but my brain’s not working right now.”


    Though the dining table was spacious enough to amodate a dozen guests, Ethan deliberately chose the seat closest to Brenna. With careful movements, he held the soup bowl and stirred the broth slowly, savoring the moment.


    Having Brenna in his home felt better than dining at her ce. He found himself wishing this would be a regr thing.


    Now, if only he coulde up with a believable excuse to invite her over more often.


    Nothing came to mind just yet.


    The sudden buzz of his phone broke his thoughts. A nce at the screen revealed yet another message from Jayceon, this one more impatient than thest.


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