I Could Hear His Love, But I Felt His Hate
Language: en
It was the company's annual gala, and Ethan poured red wine over my head. "Dressed like that, are you here for work or to pick up clients?" I froze, the wine dripping down my face. The inner thoughts of my colleagues buzzed in my mind— 【Ethan spent two hours at the upscale mall last night, just to pick out that dress for her.】 【He's just jealous, afraid other guys will stare at her. He actually thinks she looks stunning.】 【He's so stubborn, deeply in love but won't say it. It's driving me crazy.】 But then Ethan slapped me across the face. "What's with that expression? If you don't like it,…