I chased Ethan Cole shamelessly for four years. He was annoyed beyond endurance. He pressured my family, and they sent me abroad in fear. He said, "I don't care what you do, just make sure she never bothers me again!" "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." Drugs, hypnosis, electroshock therapy... Those methods really worked. I forgot how it felt to love him. Even my memory of him became blurred. He finally relented and allowed me to return. Wherever he appeared, I actively avoided him. Because Mom told me, that breathtakingly handsome man is someone I cannot afford to offend. Seeing him kissing my sister, I secretly took out my phone to take a picture. His gaze was fierce and cold. I shrank into the corner, terrified, stammering: "I'm sorry, I just thought you two were a perfect match, so shippable..." I don't know why. The man who always hid his emotions had eyes that trembled violently. 1 After returning from abroad, I always felt my brain wasn't working well. I spent most of the day sleeping. I thought I was sick. Mom comforted me, saying not to worry. "You've been a lazy little pig since you were young, unlike your disciplined sister." "It doesn't matter, everyone's constitution is different. Sleep if you're sleepy." I poured myself a cup of black coffee, wanting to wake myself up. But it didn't work. I knocked on my temples, feeling troubled, when the doorbell rang. The butler said: "Miss Bella brought Mr. Cole back." Joy immediately surged in Mom and Dad's eyes. Dad eagerly went out to welcome him. Mom was about to follow, but suddenly remembered something. She looked at me with difficulty: "Mia, you..." I nodded sensibly: "I know, Mr. Cole doesn't like me." "Sister's marriage is important. I'll go upstairs first. Just right for me to catch up on sleep." Mom looked at me yawning with relief. I took a few steps and suddenly remembered I hadn't taken the coffee cup. I wanted to try drinking another cup later. The moment I turned my head, I inadvertently met a cold gaze. Almost instinctively. I forgot the coffee cup and ran. As if running late would cost me my life. Running into the room, I locked the door. I also propped a table against the door. Only then did my heart, hanging in my throat, settle down. I can't say why, but seeing Ethan Cole triggers a strong emotion in me: Fear. Mom said it's because Ethan is a natural superior, anyone with him would feel a lot of pressure. "Especially a natural weakling like you." Mom said I shouldn't appear in front of Mr. Cole. "Mr. Cole doesn't like people who look cute but are actually stupid." "His gaze will only stay on excellent girls like your sister." "What level is the Cole family? If we can marry into the Cole family, we can struggle a few lifetimes less." "Mia, be sensible." I am very sensible. So, every time Ethan came home, I actively avoided him. Mom was very gratified by this, sometimes patting my head. This is the biggest reward for me, and I cherish it very much. So, I never dared to tell Mom. Even if she didn't say it, I would actively avoid Ethan. His aura is too aggressive. I feel very uncomfortable. Very depressed. Like my heart is being pinched hard by someone. There is also an inexplicable sourness. Laughter downstairs. Amidst this laughter, I fell asleep. 2 When I woke up again, the sky was dim. It was already evening. The villa was very quiet. Ethan should have left. My stomach was very hungry. I opened the door, wearing a white princess nightgown, barefoot downstairs to find food. The floor was cold, and I felt my brain sober up a little. I was standing by the kitchen island heating toast. The study door suddenly opened. Ethan in a sharp suit walked out of the study. Under the warm yellow light, his contours were more three-dimensional, his figure straight. Features like sculptures. Like a god with the power of life and death descending. But he was too cold. His temperament was cold, his eyes were cold. Even the lead-gray cufflinks of his suit gleamed coldly. Separated by the long living room, his gaze fell lightly on me. Thin lips pressed into a straight line. Full of pressure. Almost instantly. I snapped back to reality. Holding my head, squatting under the dining table. Hiding clumsily. Sister flew downstairs with brisk steps. She ran into Ethan's arms, hugging his arm and shaking it. "Leaving already? You haven't seen my new stills yet. How about leaving after eating?" Sister's temperament has always been distant and cold. At this moment, she showed the coquettishness of a little daughter, pinching her voice, very pleasant to hear. Like a beautiful bird. Feathers bright, singing melodiously. Ethan didn't speak; he looked coldly at me shivering under the table. Sister's smile fell. Biting her lip, she said: "If you're busy, another day is fine. Let's go, I'll walk you out." Ethan stood still. The pressure on him was so strong, as if he wasn't listening to Sister at all. Sister opened her mouth but didn't dare to speak. After a long time, he spoke, voice deep: "Okay, leave after eating." On Dad and Sister's faces, surprised and suspicious expressions flashed at the same time. Ethan hooked his lips slightly: "What are you afraid of? Didn't she forget everything?" Ethan walked to the dining table with long legs and squatted down. Suit pants outlined strong leg lines. "Mia, do you still know me?" I timidly raised my eyes, then lowered them, daring not to meet his gaze. Slowly nodded. But my fingertips and toes seemed to suddenly transmit needle-pricking pain. Like a stress reaction. I screamed. Closed my eyes tightly. Desperately shook my head. "Don't know! Don't hit me! I don't know!" 3 At the dinner table, the atmosphere was weird. Mom and Dad tried hard to liven up the atmosphere. But Ethan just ate quietly. Posture noble. No intention of speaking. Making Mom and Dad's enthusiasm very awkward. Sister's face was dark, saying nothing. I didn't dare to pick up dishes, only dared to eat rice in small bites. Finally endured until the meal was finished, Mom and Dad seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Watching Ethan's leaving figure, I suddenly remembered something and stopped him: "Mr. Cole, wait a moment." Everyone looked at me in surprise. Including Ethan. His brows furrowed slightly, obviously impatient. "Just a little bit. Okay?" I gestured a one-centimeter distance with my fingers. Saying that, I ran upstairs and soon ran down holding an iron box. Everyone's eyes locked on me. I opened the iron box lid and asked: "Mr. Cole, this is yours, right?" On top of the iron box were a dozen ID photos. One-inch, two-inch. Obviously not obtained through regular channels. Because on the ID photos, some had steel stamps, some had solidified glue on the back. Visibly picked off from various places. Ethan in the photo was younger than now, still showing a bit of youthfulness between his brows. But his features had already grown very superior. Besides ID photos, there were some messy things. Candy wrappers, cigarette boxes, used pen refills, crumpled test papers, etc. Ethan looked at me with a torch-like gaze. I gritted my teeth before daring to continue: "Found in a corner of my wardrobe. Don't know who put it there. But I recognized your photo, should be yours, right?" Ethan's eyes moved slightly, seemingly with a bit of scrutiny. I was looked at by him, shrinking a few inches. Shoulders drooped. He spoke: "Not mine, throw it away." "Oh, okay." I threw it into the trash can beside me and was about to go upstairs. Ethan's eyes suddenly contained a bit of danger. "Mia, you did it on purpose, right?" He stopped me. I was puzzled: "What?" He seemed to see through everything, eyes mocking, sneered. "Nothing. Acted well. Don't act next time. I'm not interested in watching." After saying that, he lifted his leg and left. 4 Mom closed the door. Sister held back all night, crying on the table in anger. Dad looked distressed, ultimately couldn't hold back his anger, and slapped me. I was unprepared and fell to the ground awkwardly. Head hit the corner of the table. Buzzing pain. Mom hugged Sister's shoulders heartbrokenly and said to me: "Mia, don't blame your father for being harsh. Tonight, you really disappointed us too much!" "Did you forget Mom's repeated instructions?" "Why go downstairs without permission? Why talk to him? Are you that cheap?!" Blood seeped from the wound on my forehead, flowing into my eyes. A blood mist before my eyes, vision blurred. Covering the bleeding wound, trying to explain: "Sorry, I thought he left. I didn't mean to..." Sister suddenly grabbed my collar, hysterically said: "Dressed like that running downstairs, deliberately dangling bare feet in front of him, and taking a broken box trying to attract his attention. Mia, who are you trying to seduce!" "Do you know Ethan's status? Do you know your own status? How dare you have designs on him?" "Do you know, because of your indiscretion tonight, I might lose him?" "Can't you live without men? Even trying to seduce your own sister's boyfriend!" After saying that, Sister opened the door and walked out. Mom hurried to pull Sister: "Bella, where are you going so late?" Bella looked at me hatefully: "In this house, either her or me. I'm leaving!" Soon, the sound of a car starting rang in the garage. Mom sighed deeply. Dad slammed the door in anger. I whispered: "I'll stay out tonight?" Mom hesitated for a moment: "Where can you go?" "Stay in a hotel. Abroad, always stayed in hotels, I'm very familiar." At that time, I couldn't stand the inhuman torture, just wanted a chance to escape from the hospital. Stayed in the cheapest motel. Avoiding the painful treatment they arranged for me. Only, Sister always found me quickly and took me back. Mom was silent, after a while, nodded: "Tonight was indeed wrong of you. You go stay out. Wait until your sister calms down, Mom will pick you up."
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