lowered.
As if he was examining whether the person in
front of him was still the person he knew.
He didn’t open his mouth.
Patricia was frustrated, angrily throwing the
fruit plate and going to the bedroom.
Ethan sat alone on the sofa for a long time
before going to the bedroom.
But as soon as he got into bed, Patricia
snuggled up to him.
“Honey, a night of passion is worth a
thousand gold…” She spoke softly, implying
her intentions.
“I’m tired, let’s go to sleep.” After saying this,
Ethan lay down and closed his eyes.
Watching Patricia’s frustrated expression, I
laughed. She used my identity to get close to
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Ethan, but she didn’t know that Ethan liked
me calling him “Ethan.” Ethan wasn’t lustful,
but he had no resistance to that nickname.
If she just whispered “Ethan” in his ear, Ethan would give her anything.
Unfortunately, she didn’t know.
She always said that Ethan came from a
noble family and that I, a country girl, was not worthy of him.
But she wanted to use her old tricks to get Ethan into bed.
It seemed like she would have to put in more effort.
When she realized she couldn’t handle Ethan,
would she try the same trick again,
suggesting that we “share” Ethan?
But I was already dead.
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