Chapter 281

Isabella Jackson's beautiful eyes burned with venom as she shot Evelyn Sullivan one last glare before leaving.

Ethan Sullivan moved to approach, but Evelyn shoved him away.

"Wasn't the great Mr. Sullivan always so tender toward delicate flowers?" Her lips curled in mockery. "Why so cold to your First Love now?"

He chuckled low, his thumb grazing the delicate skin of her wrist.

"Jealous?"

"Don't flatter yourself." She wrenched her hand free. "I'm just curious when your tastes changed."

Suddenly, his hand cradled the back of her head, his breath scorching against her skin.

"Now."

Before she could react, his lips captured hers in a searing kiss. Evelyn struggled briefly before melting into its intensity.

"Bastard..." she gasped when they finally parted.

Ethan nuzzled her flushed cheek with his nose.

"Now do you know who I want?"

She turned her face away. "I can let the past go. But from now on, if you dare have even the slightest connection with Isabella—"

Her words were cut off as his mouth claimed hers again.

"As you wish, Mrs. Sullivan," he murmured against her lips, amusement lacing his rough voice.

At the mention of Samuel Reynolds, Ethan's gaze turned icy.

"The police are interrogating him. But..." He paused. "The mastermind won't stay quiet for long."

Evelyn's eyes flashed.

"Simon Reynolds?"

Ethan arched a brow. "Seems we're on the same page."

He pressed a kiss to her hair. "Leave this to me. Focus on recovering."

Meanwhile, a loud crash echoed through the office at Sullivan Corp.

"Useless! Can't even handle a woman!" Simon Reynolds kicked over a coffee table and grabbed his phone. "Arrange a meeting with Samuel immediately!"

Outside MY Fashion Group, bystanders swarmed the explosion site, phones raised to capture the chaos.

The hashtag #SullivanProtectsHisWife rocketed to the top of trending.

[Shocking! Ethan Sullivan's wife is actually Evelyn Sullivan?!]

[Rich people drama! Wasn't he always parading her sister around?]

[Wrong focus! This is the second bombing!]

[Waiting for the catfight!]

Evelyn hurled her phone at Ethan's chest.

"Calculating as always, Mr. Sullivan. Still tying me to you after divorce?"

He calmly locked the screen.

"It was an emergency."

"Issue a clarification statement now!"

In one swift motion, he pinned her to the hospital bed, his breath hot against her ear.

"Darling, do you really think anyone would believe it now?"

The door burst open.

Lucas Laurier's fruit basket hit the floor with a thud.

"You two...reconciled?"

Ethan didn't release her, tightening his embrace instead.

"As you see." His challenging gaze lingered on the stunned trio in the doorway, especially Ryan Paisley.