Chapter 163 I’ll Break Your Legs


    Dawn jogged over on instinct. “You’re fast!”


    “I saw you as soon as you got out of the car.” Ethan smiled, then nced past her at the man behind. “And this is ….


    She remembered there was someone else and quickly said, “This is Mr. Kelsinger, a pigment artist. If he hadn’t helped today, we’d still be lost out there.”


    Andy walked forward casually. “Nice to meet you. I’m Andy Kelsinger.”


    “I’m Ethan Jackson.”


    Ethan shook his hand, but his smile wasn’t sincere. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Kelsinger. It’s an honor to finally meet you.”


    Everyone in the art world knew Andy’s name. Lots of big shots tried to get close to him, but most never did.


    Ethan might’ve been younger, but he definitely wasn’t just some nobody. Andy’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, though his smile stayed warm. “You’re too polite, Mr. Jackson. I’m always traveling around, so crossing paths with you must be fate. If you ever have time, I’d love to invite you to dinner.”


    “If I ever get some free time, we’ll see when that dayes.‘


    Ethan looked rxed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “We can’t park here too long. Where are you heading, Mr. Kelsinger? We’ll drop you off.”


    Dawn smiled. “Yeah, let us give you a lift.”


    “No need.”


    Andy turned toward her, his gaze soft. “It’s just a short walk. You two go on ahead. See you next time.”


    Then, he walked off. His tall figure looked oddly lonely as it faded into the distance.


    A quick honk yanked Dawn out of her daze.


    She turned and found Ethan watching her with a teasing smirk.


    “What are you staring at? Do you think he’s better looking than me?”


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    Dawn rolled her eyes, walked around the car, and slid into the passenger seat. Buckling up, said thoughtfully, “I just feel like Mr. Kelsinger is a little strange. Like he’s always carrying something heavy inside.”


    What truly bothered her was how he looked at her.


    It made her ufortable.


    It was like he was seeing someone else through her.


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    Ethan kept his eyes forward, his tone t. “Guys like him, always drifting around, usually have secrets or quirks they don’t want others to know.”


    Dawn stayed quiet, then suddenlyughed. “I thought you’d warn me to stay away from people like that.”


    “Hmm?”


    He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I say that?”


    Then, he chuckled, turned the key, and started the car.


    “Dawn, I might get jealous sometimes, but that’s just me being possessive. I can’t help it. Whoever you work with or hang out with, that’s up to you. I’ve got no right to control it.”


    Dawn was about topliment him for being open–minded when he added casually, “Of course, I trust you know where the line is.” <fnaf85> Get full chapters from find~novel</fnaf85>


    That sounded a little passive–aggressive.


    For some reason, she muttered, “And if I don’t know?”


    “I’ll break your legs.”


    Dawn snapped her head toward him, stunned. Ethan’s side profile looked serious, like he meant it.


    But the second she turned away, a smile tugged at his lips, his eyes bright like stars.


    Since Dawn had an outdoor jacket on, she had to swing by home first to shower and change.


    They parked in the yard and stepped inside.


    Tara was stretched out in the garden, face mask on, soaking in the sun.


    She stood up, pulled her shawl tighter, and walked over. “Dawn, you’re back? What do you want to <b>eat</b>? I’ll make you something.”


    Ethan immediately exposed her. “You mean you’ll watch Hannah make it?”


    “Hey, I help too!”


    She brought out the utensils and set the table. That still counted.


    Tara shot her son a warning re, telling him to keep his mouth shut.


    Dawn always found their squabbles funny and tried not tough. “We’re not eating here tonight. We’re meeting some friends. I just need to change and go.”


    “Alright then.”


    The longer Tara looked at Dawn, the more she liked her. After Dawn went inside, she grabbed her son closer.


    “You two are eating out. Are you drinking?”


    “What?”


    “Don’t drink too much!”


    Ethan stayedzy as always. He reached out, fixed the crooked mask on her face, and then pretended to flick his hand away in disgust. “Dearest Mother, maybe spend a little more time taking care of yourself instead. And promise me–don’t ever pull that stunt fromst night again, okay?”