Chapter 3

As soon as I entered, just about to change clothes, he followed me in. I, barely covered, startled like a frightened bird, "What are you doing?!"

He handed me my phone. Seeing it was Ethan calling, I snatched it from his hand, feeling guilty.

Ethan's hoarse voice came through the phone: "Where are you?"

"I..."

I glanced at the man who had politely closed the door, my expression complicated, not knowing how to respond.

He seemed to lose patience: "Never mind, don't come over."

"Why?" I asked.

"I've got a bit of a cold. What if I infect you?"

So he was concerned about me. My guilt instantly doubled.

"Um... where exactly do you live? I think I got the wrong apartment number," I said.

"You came to my complex?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, blushing.

There was silence on the phone for a moment, then he said in an extremely unnatural tone: "Why don't you go back home? If you leave now, you can still make it!"

I said worriedly, "How can I do that? You're sick, I can't leave you alone. What's your apartment number? I'll... I'll go to the store first, then come find you."

After I finished speaking, Ethan became anxious too: "I'm fine, really. My uncle just got back from abroad, he can take care of me!"

So the sickness was a lie, he just didn't want to see me.

Holding the phone, my head felt a bit heavy: "So, last night when you said you wanted to see me, that was...?"

Seeing that I hadn't hung up, he said somewhat exasperatedly: "Vivian, let's just say I was drunk last night, I was talking nonsense... You really don't need to come over!"