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I glanced at my watch-nearly ten o’clock. My stomach growled, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
After tidying my desk and organizing the files for tomorrow, I turned off the lights, locked the office, and headed out into the night.
The cool evening air felt refreshing after hours in the climate-controlled building. I started walking toward my apartment, calculating it would take about ten minutes on foot.
My phone rang, Connor’s name lighting up the screen.
“Hello?” I answered, my voice betraying my fatigue.
“Livvy, have you gone home?” Connor’s gentle voice came through clearly.
“Just got off work, on my way,” I replied honestly.
“Have you eaten?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.
I sighed. “Not yet. I’ll order takeout when I get home.”
A warm chuckle filtered through the phone. “Miss Winters, your delivery is already on its way.”
I blinked in confusion. “You ordered food for me?”
“Delivery boy Rivers himself, arriving in fifteen minutes at your compound gate,” he replied, his voice softening further.
I smiled despite my exhaustion. The timing would be perfect-I’d reach my gate in about ten minutes.
“Did you put a tracker on me, Con?” I teased. “You know invasion of privacy is illegal.”
His voice dropped lower, taking on a seductive quality that made my heart skip. “Then will Lawyer Winters arrest me? I’m at your disposal.”
Those last four words-“at your disposal”-came out slow and deliberate, causing heat to rush to my cheeks.
I coughed deliberately to hide my embarrassment. “Ahem, you shouldn’t talk and drive, it’s dangerous.”
Connor’s light chuckle filtered through. “Frank’s driving.”
I found myself speechless, amused by this playful side of him I rarely saw. We continued chatting easily as I approached my apartment complex, my spirits lifting despite my exhaustion.
“I should be there in about five minutes,” I told him, smiling to myself.
“I’ll be waiting,” he replied warmly.
Suddenly, a cold male voice cut through the darkness. “Olivia.”
I stopped abruptly, my heart lurching in my chest.
Following the sound, I spotted Ethan Grey standing under a tree, his tall figure partially hidden in shadow. The sight of him waiting there, silent and dangerous under the night sky, sent a chill down my spine.
“I have to go now,” I said hurriedly into the phone before hanging up.
I approached Ethan cautiously, maintaining a safe distance of about a meter. “How did you find me here?”
His lips curled into a sneer, his eyes glinting with menace. “Hiding from me?”
I frowned, irritation replacing my initial shock. “Why should I hide? I told you I was going home.”
He took two aggressive steps forward, forcing me to retreat instinctively. This only seemed to deepen his irritation.
“You said you would go back to Riverdale for a while, but you never mentioned you wouldn’t return to Harbor City,” he snapped. “How long do you intend to throw this tantrum?”
My patience, already thin from my long workday, evaporated completely. “I’m not making a scene. Ethan, we’re over. Don’t bother me again.”
He scoffed coldly. “We’re over? Don’t even think about it. This relationship only ends when I say it ends.”
I stared at him in disbelief, my expression darkening. “Are you crazy? Don’t you like
Cassandra? Go find her. Why pester me?”
His face relaxed slightly, one eyebrow arching upward. “Are you jealous?”
Internally, I rolled my eyes, exasperated by his narcissism.
“Cassandra and I are just friends,” he insisted. “Stop making trouble.”
My lips curved into a mocking smile. “Friends you sleep with?”
His confident facade cracked momentarily, guilt flickering across his face. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“Didn’t you sleep with her more than once since she returned?” I retorted sharply. “I didn’t say anything because 1 don’t care anymore.”
The words “I don’t care anymore” seemed to stab him unexpectedly. His chest visibly tightened, a strange hurt crossing his features.
“You don’t care?” he asked, his voice almost pitiful. “But I do. I’ve been thinking about you these days. Let’s reconcile, Liv.”
I regarded him coldly, full of disdain. His erratic mood swings-one moment furious, the next pitiful-baffled me completely.
“Impossible,” I stated, my tone frosty.
Suddenly, Ethan’s fragile calm snapped. “Why!” he roared, his voice echoing in the quiet street.
Passing strangers turned to stare, their curious looks making me feel deeply embarrassed.
“Can you stop shouting at the gate like a madman?” I hissed. “If you don’t mind humiliating yourself, I do.”
Without warning, Ethan grabbed my wrist, his grip painfully tight. “Come back with me, Liv!”
I tried to wrench free. “Let me go!”
But his grip was too strong, his fingers digging into my skin. My eyes narrowed dangerously.
“If you don’t let go, I won’t be polite,” I warned, preparing to use the self-defense techniques I’d learned years ago.
Ethan stubbornly refused, clutching my wrist with one hand while his other moved to grasp my nape. “I miss you so much,” he muttered, trying to force his lips toward mine.
I braced myself to counterattack, muscles tensing for the strike I was about to deliver.
“Let her go!”
The fierce shout pierced the night air. In the blink of an eye, Ethan was sent flying through the air as if hit by a sudden gust of wind.
I stood utterly stunned, unable to process what had just happened.
Standing protectively before me, still holding a thermal container in one hand, was
Connor Rivers. His ice-blue eyes were sharp with concern as they scanned my face.
“Livvy, are you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle yet urgent.
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