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Ethan’s eyes carried a weight no one could read, as if his thoughts were locked too far beneath the surface for anyone to reach. He sat in silence, the room heavy with it, until his voice finally broke through.
“Keep an eye on them. If something goes wrong, fix it right away. Don’t bother worrying about appearances.”
That was all it took. The deal was set.
“Yes, sir.” <fne9d9> Th?s chapter is updated by F?ndNovel</fne9d9>
Oliver didn’t ask for more. He understood what that meant.
Ethan had spent two days in Trifton, staying in a hotel.
He owned a house here too, but since Dawn was gone, he couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping there alone.
By the time he stepped out of the shower, it was nearly one in the morning. The city outside had gone quiet, the streets holding their breath in the still darkness.
The liquor had faded from his blood, but a strange fog lingered in his mind, thick and slow.
He reached for his phone. His finger hovered over Dawn’s name.
She was probably asleep by now.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. He lingered on her contact screen for a moment, then slid to her Instagram. She hadn’t posted anything new, but her profile picture still made his chest loosen.
It was the same one she’d used for years–a doll with its hair wrapped in buns and covered in fire. She had drawn it herself.
The sight of it pulled him back to another night, years ago.
mes had swallowed half the sky, red light pouring into the dark. A mansion burned to the ground in minutes.
Out of the ruins stood a little girl, ash smeared across her cheeks, her nk face staring at the wreckage of everything she’d known.
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Maybe that burning doll wasn’t just a doodle. Maybe it was how she faced the fear that had once broken her.
Ethan frowned and set the phone down.
His fingers moved sharp and fast as he opened a browser and typed: “What gift can I buy on a business trip to make my wife happy?”
Across town, Dawn slept softly and sweetly.
She dreamed of marrying Ethan.
When the sun sliced through the curtains the next morning, she squinted against the brightness, groaned, and pulled the nket over her head.
She stretched her arms wide, let out a sigh, and shook her head at herself.
<i>Ridiculous</i><i>. </i>
How long had it been? Hardly any time at all.
And she was already dreaming about marrying him.
Could that even be normal?
Her little cry of frustration faded as her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
She grabbed it, half–blind with sleep, and saw his name.
Ethan texted, “Up yet?”
Her lips curled into a smile. She typed back slowly.
“Yeah, just woke up.”
Ethan asked, “Any headache? You didn’t drink the hangover cure I asked Hannah to make youst night. Finish it first thing after you wake up.”
She blinked at the screen.
“Wait, how do you even know I didn’t drink it?”
Ethan chuckled as he read it, remembering how her voice had sounded over the phone— drowsy and unsteady. She wouldn’t remember all the details.
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Ethan texted, “Maybe because we’re connected.”
Dawn pressed her fingers to her cheek, heat rising as she whispered, “Smooth talker.”
She sent him a silly sticker, rolled out of bed, and went to wash up.
When she came downstairs, Hannah was already by the door, soaking in the morning sun like it was her favorite armchair.
“Morning, Dawn,” Hannah called with a grin. “Ethan rang me early. Told me to make you hangover cure. Drink it while it’s hot.”
“Thank you,” Dawn said as she sat at the table with her bowl.
Hannah leaned in with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “Dawn, you know Ethan’s birthday ising up. You should surprise him.”
Dawn froze. She realized she didn’t even know Ethan’s birthday.
Hannahughed when she saw her face. “Thought so. He never cared for parties, but it’s different now. He’s got you. Birthdays aren’t about everyone else. They’re about the two of you. You should make it special.”
“You’re right,” Dawn said softly. “We should celebrate.”
“So what are you nning to get him?”
<i>What </i><i>do </i>I <i>n </i><i>to </i><i>get </i><i>him</i><i>? </i>Dawn sipped her soup, then she asked, “Do you know what he likes?”
Hannah’s eyebrows jumped. “How would I know what you kids are into? You’re his fiancée. The surprise is up to you.”
“Oh,” Dawn muttered.
“Like what though?”
“Like, well…” Hannah hesitated, her cheeks turning pink. She gave a smallugh.
“Well
…
not really my ce to say. Some gifts are a little… personal.”
Dawn nearly choked.
“Hannah, we … we haven’t done that.”
Hannah waved a hand. “Oh, honey, don’t be shy. I’m not one to cling to old ways. If you two
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ever want the house to yourselves, I can step out. Take all the time you need.”
Dawn was at a loss for words.
Forget old–fashioned; Hannah was bold
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Dawn’s face burned hot. She opened her mouth, then shut it again,pletely lost for words.