Chapter 2

The next morning, Ethan dragged his suitcase in, his face dark.

"I was out all night, and you didn't even send me a single text?"

I stopped drinking my water and looked at him blankly.

Ethan took off his jacket impatiently. "Stop drinking that. I'm starving. Make me something to eat."

"I was at the club all night and didn't eat a thing."

He turned to go to the bathroom, but I said flatly, "I don't have time. Order DoorDash."

Ethan stopped in his tracks, knitting his brows, glaring at me with displeasure.

"Chloe, have you had enough? I waited for you so long last night, and you didn't even show up. You made me look like an idiot in front of my friends. Was it really that big of a deal?"

I put down my glass and took it to the kitchen, having no desire to argue.

His expression shifted, and he suddenly took a step forward, grabbing my wrist.

"Alright, stop being mad. I'll take you out for French food tonight. Haven't you been dying to go to that fancy place?"

His voice was low, carrying a commanding tone, as if he knew exactly how to manipulate my feelings.

I pulled my hand back, rubbing my wrist subtly, and went to the door to put on my shoes.

Ethan stared at me in disbelief. "Chloe, what the hell? Are you disgusted by me?"

"No, I just don't have an appetite."

Just as Ethan was about to lose his temper, I glanced at my phone. "I'm meeting a friend. I have to go."

"I'll drive you."

"No need. I called an Uber."

Ethan's face darkened. "I said I'll drive you."

"Really, no need." I opened the front door. "You just got back. Get some rest."

Ethan glared at me in silence.

Without waiting for his response, I walked out.

A loud crash echoed behind me.

He had kicked the cabinet by the door.