Chapter 119 Twelve Miles and a Hug
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Dawn and Cindy turned from opposite directions and walked into the house, one after the other.
Hannah blinked, confused. “Hey… where are you two going? I didn’t even get the photo!”
Having one more person in the house definitely made things livelier. And just like that, in the strange but peaceful détente between Dawn and Cindy, Ethan finally returned from his work trip.
At the time, Dawn was still at the office.
Ethan opened the front door, and the sounds of chaos hit him right away–loud yelling from the living room, mixed with some very choice curse words.
His brows furrowed as he stepped inside, having to kick away an empty soda can in his path.
“Are you seriously that brain–dead? You didn’t see someone crouching right there?! You deserved–Hey! Dawn, what the hell-?!”
The game controller was yanked out of her hands. Cindy automatically assumed it was Dawn, but when she turned around, she found herself face–to–face with a pair of dark, unreadable eyes and a face so ridiculously good–looking it felt borderline illegal.
She stumbled over her words. “Who … who are you? Interrupting people like that is extremely rude, you know that?”
Ethan tilted his head slightly, a lock of hair fallingzily over his brow, half–shadowing his intense gaze. His voice was cool and detached. “Get out.”
Cindy froze.
Just one word, and her face flushed bright red.
She’d seen attractive people before, but never anyone this shameless.
She stared at him for a good few seconds, going from fiery confidence topletely thrown off. She stammered, “What gives you the right to just barge in and kick me out? I was in the middle of a game! You interrupted me!” <fn63ca> ?? ??? ???? ?? ???? ???? ???????s, ????s? ??s?? </fn63ca>
Ethan let out a quiet chuckle, his expression unreadable. “I interrupted you because you trashed my house and were yelling like a maniac in my living room. Does that sound like a good enough reason?”
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Cindy’s throat tightened. She had noeback.
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Hannah had gone out to buy groceries. Cindy had gotten a little too into the game and lost track of both her volume and, clearly, her cleanliness.
She was nning to clean up before Hannah got back…
Looking down at the mess on the floor–empty bottles, chip bags, snack wrappers–she stiffened her voice. “It’s not like I wasn’t going to clean … and besides, I’m a guest! Do you even know what that means?! A guest!”
“Oh, so you know you’re a guest?”
Ethan raised an eyebrow, half–smiling. “Haven’t met one quite like before.”
Cindy went quiet again.
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“I’ll give you ten minutes. If this ce isn’t clean by then, you can start packing. I’ll have someone drive you back to wherever you came from. I’m sure Dawn won’t mind.”
More silence.
Ethan headed upstairs, calm andposed. Cindy was left fuming in the same spot, so mad she actually stomped her foot.
This was who Dawn ended
up
with?
So rude, so cold, and totally not worthy of her!
Cindy gritted her teeth and red at the trash on the floor. “There’s no way I’m cleaning this up!”
Upstairs, Ethan didn’t have time to argue with a teenager. He dropped his bags in the room and pulled off his shirt, the sharp lines of his bodying into view like something sculpted by the gods.
He grabbed his phone and typed out a quick message to Dawn. “What time do you get off work?”
Then he headed to the shower. By the time he came out, two replies had already popped up.
“Six. Shouldn’t have to workte today.”
Followed immediately by, “But I’ll probably have to keep working after I get home. It’s crazy busy.”
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The crying–face emoji was ridiculously cute. Ethan’s lips curved into a soft smile as he tossed the phone onto the couch and went to get dressed.
Once he was ready, he headed back downstairs.
As his footsteps drew closer, Cindy sat up straighter on the couch, her back stiff as a board.
The living room wasn’t exactly spotless, but the obvious mess was gone–trash picked up, wrappers tossed. A few stray chip crumbs still lingered, but overall … it passed.
Cindy didn’t move, but her eyes tracked Ethan the whole time.
She’d cleaned up. What more did he want?
If he still tried to kick her out, she was going to rat him out to Dawn.
Ethan caught the flicker of emotion on her face and let out a quiet, amused breath–but said nothing. He simply changed his shoes and walked out the door.
The drive from the house to Dreammaker Studios was nearly 12 miles. With music ying softly, Ethan made a quick stop to pick up flowers and a slice of cake, then headed to meet the woman he loved.
Dawn–work mattered, sure–but she was always quick to leave the second her shift ended.
At exactly six o’clock, she was among the first to step out of the office.
She was headed toward the parking lot when a car horn honked twice from not far off.
Dawn frowned slightly, then looked up, and immediately recognized the license te. Standing casually beside the open driver’s door was Ethan, rxed and effortless, looking unfairly good with the sun setting behind him.
For a second, Dawn thought she might be imagining it. She blinked, then called out, unsure. “Ethan?”
“Yeah.”
He smiled softly, arms opening toward her. “I’m home.”
Dawn’s brainpletely short–circuited. For a moment, everything rushed in, and then vanished all at once. She didn’t even think. She just ran, full speed, and threw herself into his
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