Chapter 5

To avoid being responsible for Ethan's potential heart attack, I didn't actually make him buy the underwear.

I did let him pay for my two sets though, considering it compensation for his recent harassment.

But I really didn't expect to see this sucker at the gym the next day.

Geez.

It really is fate.

I also suspected that Ethan might be stalking me.

But since he wasn't being too excessive and was even willingly spending money on me, I decided not to make a fuss about our past relationship.

Ethan was wearing a black T-shirt, sweat beading on his forehead. As he tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam's apple bobbed, his whole body exuding male pheromones.

Four years later, he still liked wearing black.

I swiped my card and walked in.

Ethan wiped his forehead with his hand, sweat rolling down his straight nose, his profile sharp and resolute.

He grabbed the hem of his shirt with one hand and pulled it off, revealing smooth muscle lines. His abs rose and fell with each breath.

Ethan rested his elbow on a machine, using his T-shirt to wipe away sweat with his other hand.

He had a tattoo in ink-wash style on his right shoulder. The bamboo leaves were subtle yet snake-like, cool enough to make anyone whistle at the sight.

But faint, twisted scars could be seen beneath the tattoo.

The tattoo wasn't there when we broke up, and neither was the scar.

Taking off your shirt at the gym was quite improper, but no one went to stop him. Occasionally, women's gazes would land on him.

Undeniably, Ethan's handsome face and body were killer.

In just a moment, some people had even taken out their phones.

Was Ethan the type of man to take off his clothes for no reason?

He wasn't.

I inwardly scoffed and headed to the changing room with my bag.

Since college, I've always had the habit of working out, even after starting work.

But I usually wore a full sports T-shirt.

This time, I tied up my hair and came out wearing just a sports bra and tight leggings.

My slender waist led down to a round, perky butt, and my chest wasn't bad either.

I've always known that my figure and looks were outstanding. Otherwise, Ethan wouldn't have noticed me at first glance in college, and I wouldn't have been hired as a hotel receptionist after just a 30-second interview.

As soon as I came out, I felt gazes landing on me, one particularly scorching.

I didn't care at all and went straight to the squat machine to start doing squats.

My long, straight legs stepped onto the machine, then slowly squatted down. The elastic pants stretched taut, perfectly showcasing my curves.

When I squatted down, a bit of cleavage was also revealed.

Before I could start my third rep, a T-shirt was thrown over my head.

I took the shirt off and saw Ethan with tense muscles and an unhappy face.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You win, Jenna Shaw."

The shirt was clean and smelled of fresh laundry detergent.

I raised an eyebrow and put on the T-shirt without protest, no longer taunting him.

He glanced at my legs.

"Change your pants too."

I knew Ethan wasn't some macho guy trying to control what I wear. Today, he was purely angry because I was deliberately showing off to provoke him.

"This is the only pair I have."

I lied through my teeth without blushing or my heart racing.

Ethan looked at me for a moment, then threw down a "wait here" before putting on his shirt and leaving.

Hah, as if I'd really wait.

I grabbed my bag and left, giving my perfect body a day off.