drank too much. As the night went on,
Ethan’s brow furrowed deeper.
But Patricia didn’t notice. After the wedding, I
was “dragged” by Patricia into the bridal
suite.
She put on a good wife persona, showing Ethan endless care and attention.
I have to admit, a young lady who never cooked or cleaned, pretending to be
“virtuous,” was awkward. Ethan, smelling of alcohol and looking exhausted, went into the bathroom.
Patricia followed, under the guise of helping, hoping for a little “marital bliss.”
But Ethan “politely” asked her to leave. Thinking Ethan was afraid of tiring her out, she happily hummed a tune and leisurely
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washed some fruit at the counter.
All the servants had the night off. I sat on the
sofa, coldly watching Patricia’s attempts at seduction, feeling satisfied. When I was
dating Ethan, Patricia would always try to find out details about our relationship whenever she got the chance.
At first, I was honest, but later, the more she asked, the more uncomfortable I felt, and sometimes I deliberately misled her.
I told her Ethan was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and he was quite demanding in matters of love, implying that we had crossed the line long ago. In reality, I had been dating Ethan for years, but we had only kissed.
Ethan and I had a pact: I would give myself to
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him completely when I was ready.
Until then, he would keep things platonic.
It was originally a helpless decision because
of childhood trauma, but it turned out to be
quite ironic today.
The more blatant Patricia’s seduction, the
further she pushed Ethan away. Ethan hated
deception the most; if he knew Patricia was
treating him like a fool…
I smirked.
After Ethan came out of the bathroom in a
bathrobe, Patricia threw away the half–cut
fruit and eagerly went to shower and remove
her makeup.
She probably wanted to get Ethan into bed as
soon as possible; she didn’t even take a bath.
She used my usual bath products, acting as if
