CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: ETHAN GRANT AND YVETTE ASTON’S CONSUMMATION AS HUSBAND AND WIFE

Why bother, ruining the boss’s business.

With burning eyes, Yvette Aston numbly walked towards her room.

What was she upset about?

What exactly was she upset about...

Six years ago, when Charlotte Summers brought Jayden Grant to catch her in the act at a hotel, and Jayden didn’t trust her, she didn’t seem as upset as she was now.

All those feelings of inferiority, helplessness, and fear were suddenly suppressed.

The moment Wendy Bell exposed her feelings and said she liked Ethan, she panicked.

She was afraid of others discovering her thoughts.

Especially Ethan.

She couldn’t let Ethan know...

Her liking Ethan was a stain on him.

"Yvette, don’t let yourself become a joke again..."

A joke, she was just a joke.

Just because Ethan was different from others, she arrogantly felt something for him.

Disgusting... Yvette felt she was disgusting.

She should look in the mirror.

See if she was worthy.

Entering the room, Yvette tried hard to stay sober, but it seemed she was falling ill again.

Her body began to stiffen, her breathing became difficult.

She hid in the bathroom, turning on the shower continuously, feeling dirty, very dirty, unworthy of anyone.

Anxiously biting her lip until it bled without realizing.

How could she like Ethan, she didn’t...

"Knock, knock, knock." The urgent pounding on the door came from outside.

Yvette thought she was hallucinating, turned off the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and rigidly walked outside.

"Open up..."

Outside was Ethan’s voice, carrying a trace of irritation and anger.

Startled, Yvette hurriedly opened the door, momentarily forgetting her body was soaked through.

The moment the door was opened a crack, Ethan stumbled in, falling onto Yvette.

Panicked, Yvette supported Ethan, smelling a strong scent of blood on him.

"Mr. Grant, what’s wrong?" Yvette raised her hand, which was covered in blood.

"Ethan..." Yvette cried out in fear, urgently checking Ethan’s injuries as he sat on the ground.

"It’s nothing... just my palm cut." Ethan, somewhat dazed, still heard Yvette cry out in fright.

Hearing her voice, Ethan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To stay awake, he had used glass shards to slash his palm. "Yvette..."

"I’m here." Yvette cried while helping him treat his wound.

"I’ll dock... a month’s wages from you, leaving your boss behind like that?" Ethan originally came with anger but seeing Yvette crying so hard, his anger vanished instantly.

"I’ll... I’ll take you to the hospital." Yvette realized something was wrong with Ethan, being simply drunk wouldn’t leave him in such a state.

Ethan gripped his injured hand tightly, trying hard to stay sober. "There’s something wrong with the wine..."

Yvette cried anxiously, cluelessly getting up, wanting to change clothes to take Ethan to the hospital.

How could this happen, how did he get hurt?

But just as she was about to stand up, Ethan suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Clearly, Ethan had already lost his mind.

"Mr. Grant..." Yvette was frightened, trembling all over.

Only now did she realize she was only wrapped in a towel...

With a pale face wanting to push Ethan away, Yvette’s hands shook with fear.

Would Ethan think she did it on purpose...

"Don’t move..." Ethan’s voice was hoarse, trying his best to restrain himself. "It hurts..."

Yvette didn’t dare move at all, her heart beating rapidly.

Was it an illusion? She resisted all men, but with Ethan in such an intimate position... she didn’t feel the need to reject him.

"It hurts..." Ethan whispered hoarsely, his grip on Yvette tightening.

Yvette’s heart skipped a beat, surprisingly feeling a bit of heartache. "Tonight’s drink is..."

Feeling Ethan’s hot breath, Yvette realized that there was definitely something wrong with the drink.

"Why did you run..." Ethan was out of control, holding Yvette’s head and kissing her.

He was indeed out of control, as Ethan sensed a familiar fragrance on Yvette, exactly the same as six years ago...

Yvette didn’t dare to move, tears streaming down her face.

Desperately wanting to push Ethan away, she was scared.

"It hurts..." But as Ethan buried his head in her neck, his voice hoarse and pained, Yvette inexplicably lifted her hand to hug him back.

She was filthy, unworthy of Ethan...

But this was her only worth...

She owed Ethan so much, how could she repay him?

Just help him this once...

With trembling fingers, she voluntarily went to undo Ethan’s tie, Yvette felt she had gone insane.

Perhaps she really had gone mad.

Ethan leaned against the wall, his gaze intense on Yvette, suddenly standing up and holding her in his arms with one arm.

Startled, Yvette cried out, clung tightly to Ethan, shaking all over.

Ethan wanted to kiss Yvette, but she turned away.

"Dirty..." Yvette’s voice was hoarse, trembling as she began to unbutton his shirt. "Just... just do it directly, then..."

"Don’t... run again." Ethan dominantly trapped Yvette, kissing her. "Fled for six years, eh?"

Yvette couldn’t stop her tears, fearful of running away.

She knew Ethan wasn’t referring to her... but to Wendy Bell.

Should she call Wendy Bell here, would that be right?

"No... it wasn’t... me." Yvette cried hard, unable to push Ethan away.

Seeing Yvette continuously cry, Ethan comfortingly held her in his arms. "We’re legally married..."

Yvette’s body suddenly stiffened, her gaze startled as she looked at Ethan.

Did she hear wrong or overthink it?

Probably overthought it...

"Ah!" She was abruptly pressed against the wall, Yvette’s back cold from the wall made her instinctively hide in Ethan’s embrace.

Ethan took the opportunity to kiss her neck, tearing off the towel.

At this, Yvette turned completely as red as a shrimp.

Although she had Summers, in this regard, Yvette... had no experience whatsoever.

She resisted men so much that even close proximity would make her stiff.

She couldn’t... please men.

Holly Ziegler had told her to learn how to please men, but she couldn’t do it.

Facing Ethan, Yvette suddenly panicked.

Would he despise her?

Would he hate her once he woke up the next day?

Would he loathe her?

Would he... immediately terminate the contract and kick her out of Grant Group?

Yvette was very scared, but her body seemed completely not her own.

The feeling of wanting to actively cater to Ethan made Yvette crumble, she wasn’t like that...

She cried in fear.

She was afraid that Ethan would hate her, think she was dirty, think she was too frivolous...

But she couldn’t control herself.

...

Ethan, out of control, didn’t care about Yvette’s well-being, letting her cry until her voice was hoarse.

Obviously, this encounter wasn’t a pleasant memory for Yvette.

After the whole night of torment, Ethan finally let her go.

Yvette felt like she was dying, her heart racing, in a fluster.

What should she do?

Tomorrow, how would she face Ethan?

Run away...

A voice in her head told Yvette, run away.

Pretend nothing ever happened.

Run.

When Ethan wakes up tomorrow, he’ll surely remember nothing, as long as she runs away, pretend nothing happened...

With trembling arms, trying to sit up, Yvette found she had no strength at all.

Cautiously getting off the bed, Yvette picked up the clothes on the floor, frantically fled the hotel, and curled up all night in the garden pavilion behind the hotel.