It was all about pooling resources, forging powerful alliances, mutual support, but definitely nothing to do with feelings.
At first, Ramona only saw Ethan as an ideal business partner. But now, after spending more time together, she’d found herself developing a fondness for him, maybe even a sense of anticipation. She was terrified of missing the subtle shifts in his mood.
“Alright.”
Ethan’s reply was as gentle as ever, as if, in his eyes, whatever Ramona said was always worth agreeing to.
She used to think Jotham’s constant compliance was a kind of tolerance. But being with Ethan made her realize genuine acceptance was woven into every gesture of care and understanding.
Ethan could spot her needs even before she recognized them herself.
Worried about making Ethan wait, Ramona rushed out of the bathroom with her hair still damp, not bothering to dry it completely.
Ethan had showered, too, but he moved with quick efficiency and was already settled on the sofa, waiting for her.
He hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so Ash had made an emergency delivery, but Ramona hadn’t heard a thing the whole time.
Now, Ethan was lounging in a black silk robe, the collar falling open to reveal a glimpse of his chest, still glistening faintly from the shower.
Thank God the lights were dim, otherwise, Ramona wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep her composure. Ethan was irresistible when fully dressed, but like this, with his robe hanging loose, he was walking temptation.
“Mr. Jordon, what’s got you so busy?” Ramona whispered, sidling up quietly and leaning in close to his ear.
Ethan was hunched over his phone, focused on something that looked like work. At the sound of her voice, his fingers twitched and he quickly locked the screen.
“Nothing important,” he replied smoothly, his voice low, carrying the faintest chill.
“Is something urgent going on again?” Ramona caught the slight furrow of his brow and felt a flicker of concern.
“No,” he said.
Ramona looked like she wanted to press further, but he pulled her gently into his arms. “Why were you upset today? Talk to me about it.”
She hadn’t expected Ethan to remember. The thought touched her.
“It’s just a bunch of bad stuff. Telling you would only drag you down with me,” Ramona murmured.
Besides, she had no intention of telling Ethan about her plan to get back at Jotham.
Ethan was nothing like his intimidating appearance: he was deeply gentle, nothing like her own battered, angry heart, still harboring so much resentment and pain. So until she managed to clear all that away, she wasn’t ready for him to see her as she really was.
Seeing Ramona’s reluctance, Ethan didn’t press her further.
“You still haven’t finished dealing with your previous issues?” he asked after a while.
It took Ramona a second to realize he meant Jotham.
“Not yet, but I’m almost done. There are still a few things I need to take care of.”

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