Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

Emma Johnson felt a little chagrined that she had lost her concentration. She hurriedly broke away from Ethan Carter's embrace, keeping her distance coolly, as if nothing had ever happened.

Ethan gripped his right leg slightly, the scent and warmth of Emma's body still lingering there, and longed for something to hold onto.

The eyes of the people in the room darted between the two of them, as if they were wondering what was going on.

"What are you waiting for?" Mr. Carter Sr. walked over with a smile on his face, "Emma almost fell down, why don't I send her back to her room to rest?"

Olivia Brooks' face turned pale, her eyes rapidly filling with tears, and she looked to Ethan almost pleadingly.

The people attending Mr. Carter Sr.'s birthday banquet are all of prominent status, and there are even many people from the business world. She was terrified, checking to see if the rumors about her and Ethan's real girlfriend would spread like wildfire tomorrow night.

Emma smiled helplessly, "Grandpa, no need, he can do it himself."

After saying that, she politely yawned and walked towards her room.

Mr. Carter Sr.'s face immediately sank, as if he had labeled the word "ungrateful" in her

mind.

This, of course, was directed at Ethan.

Ethan's eyelids fluttered slightly, and with a sense of unease, he suddenly ignored. Olivia's gaze for no apparent reason and helped Emma towards the stairs.

"Ethan, I..." Olivia gasped, her body trembling. Jealousy surged through her heart, threatening to consume her.

How can they be like this?

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naturally have to fulfill it."

"But there are no outsiders there, who am I going to show it to?" Emma couldn't help. but laugh. "Are you worried he'll tell Grandpa?"

As the words fell out of her mouth, the air instantly tightened.

Ethan's brow was slightly lowered, he seemed a bit angry, "In my eyes, he's not that kind of person."

"I don't need to know too much about him. Anyway, he needs to rest, may I ask Mr. Ethan, can you close the door now?" Emma tilted her head, the smile on her face was gentle and harmless, but the end of her eyes were a little teasing, her attitude was not so polite. In that moment, her gentle appearance overlapped in Ethan's mind, as if there was a sharp thorn hidden under her gentleness.

At that moment, Emma slammed the door with a bang.

Ethan touched his nose, froze for a second, and then laughed softly.

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Outside the house, Emma was getting more and more irritated, originally just wanted to attend a birthday party, but now she felt more and more involved with Ethan.

Thinking about the scene just now, she quickly turned on the faucet, ready to use cold water to wash her face to calm down, but she did not expect a sudden stabbing pain in her ankle. "Ah..."

A scream, accompanied by a crackling sound of something falling to the ground.

Immediately afterward, the door to the room was kicked in, and Ethan arrived almost as fast as he could, steadily catching Emma as she nearly fell.

Emma was in a state of shock, clinging to his neck, trembling slightly.

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