Chapter 266

Evelyn Sullivan pressed her hands against Ethan Sullivan's chest, but his strong arms held her captive. His kiss was relentless, leaving her no escape.

Only when they were both breathless did Ethan finally release her.

Slap!

Evelyn raised her hand to strike him, but he caught her wrist effortlessly.

"Want another round?" His deep voice carried a dangerous edge.

"You're shameless!" Her eyes burned with anger.

Ethan chuckled, his thumb brushing over her wrist. "Don't be mad."

"Mr. Sullivan, you're overestimating yourself." She yanked her hand back with a cold laugh. "I just think we should end this."

"Tonight isn't the time for that conversation." His expression darkened.

Knowing further words were pointless, Evelyn pushed the car door open and stepped out. The night wind lifted her hair as she walked away without a backward glance.

Ethan watched her retreating figure, a resigned smile tugging at his lips.

The moment she entered her home, Sophia Reynolds called.

"Evelyn, did Ethan hurt you?"

"I'm fine. He just dropped me off." She sank onto the sofa, exhausted. "Sorry for worrying you."

After hanging up, Evelyn buried herself under the covers. Over the next few days, she drowned herself in work, ignoring every message Ethan sent.

Friday evening arrived in a blink.

As Evelyn finished organizing the last file, the city lights had already illuminated the skyline. Rubbing her sore neck, she grabbed her bag and left the office.

Outside the lobby, a familiar black Maybach waited.

Evelyn hesitated but approached.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly through the window.

"Get in." Ethan rolled down the window, his sharp profile visible.

"Say what you need to say. I have plans."

"With who?" His piercing gaze locked onto her.

"None of your business."

The car door swung open. In one swift motion, Ethan scooped her into his arms.

"Ethan! Put me down!" She struggled, pounding his shoulders.

Ignoring her protests, he deposited her into the backseat and slammed the door shut, sealing them in privacy.

"You're impossible!" She trembled with fury.

Ethan fastened his seatbelt calmly. "Would've been easier if you'd just listened."

Evelyn turned away, refusing to engage. The smooth motion of the car lulled her into an unexpected sleep.

In her drowsy state, she felt someone drape a blanket over her and adjust the AC.

When she woke, the sound of waves filled the air.

"Awake?" Ethan's voice cut through the darkness.

She realized she was wrapped in a cashmere blanket, its scent faintly cedar. Pushing it aside, she sat up to see moonlight dancing on the ocean.

"Where are we?"

"Our beach house." He opened the car door. "Hungry? Dinner's ready."

The villa glowed warmly, its dining table laden with exquisite dishes. Evelyn was stunned—every one was her favorite.

Her anger momentarily forgotten, she ate heartily. Ethan watched with quiet amusement.

Servants cleared the plates silently, replacing them with fresh fruit. The sea breeze drifted through the open windows, carrying its briny whisper.