Chapter 4

It was a rare weekend off, and I decided to go shopping at the mall, browsing everything from snacks to lingerie.

Even if I wasn't buying, window shopping was harmless.

As I picked up a purple bra, someone stood beside me, bringing with them an unfamiliar but faint scent of men's cologne.

The presence, however, was frustratingly familiar.

A hand with well-defined knuckles picked up the black version and placed it at the front of the rack.

"Black looks better."

The tone was casual, completely shameless.

There's really something to that saying about exes being like ghosts that won't leave you alone.

Without turning around, I smiled and said, "I'll pass. He prefers me in purple."

With that, I finally turned to admire his sullen face.

Ethan's features were deep-set, but his facial lines were hard, making him look a bit fierce.

But I wasn't intimidated by him at all.

I gave him a quick glance and then went to the men's section, picking up a pair of underwear and smiling as I beckoned him over.

Ethan's face was as dark as if he'd just committed murder, but he obediently walked over.

I showed him the underwear and asked sweetly, "Is this your size?"

Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly, the corner of his mouth curving upward.

"What about it?"

I smiled slyly.

"Oh nothing. If this is your size, I'll need to buy one size larger. My boyfriend is a bit bigger than you."

Seeing Ethan so agitated that he was about to lose his mature man composure and have a sudden attack, I left satisfied.

And I put down the underwear I was holding.

But when I was checking out, Ethan sidled up to me again.

As expected. In college, he was always like this.

Though back then he at least knew how to play hard to get and keep me guessing. Now that he's older, he seems more impatient and can't hold back.

Ethan's fingers were long and graceful. Back when we held hands, they could completely envelop mine.

He took out a card and handed it to the cashier.

"I'll pay for what she wants."

I looked at him, suddenly finding it a bit amusing.

The once impulsive and passionate boy had become a successful businessman. The contrast was quite stark.

But my mischievous heart couldn't resist. I turned to him with a smile.

"Wow, Mr. Quinn, you're so kind. In that case, could you also pay for my boyfriend's underwear?"

Ethan's face, which had just relaxed a bit, darkened again.

"In your dreams."