“Ethan?” Yvonne murmured, her eyes widening in disbelief as her steps faltered.
What right did she have to get everything I couldn’t lay my hands on? Her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched Ethan caressing Jasmine’s, eyes darkening with something unspoken.
“Ethan?” Paul, Jasmine’s father whispered, his earlier arrogance disappeared the moment he finally noticed him.
It was only Jasmine’s mother that was unfazed, not caring to process what Ethan just said.
“Who the hell are you to shut me up when I’m disciplining my daughter?” she hissed, her hands planted firmly on her waist as if she owned the room.
Paul’s eyes widened in horror. “Juliet…” he whispered, tugging her arm to shut her up, but she jerked away.
“Why are you scared of him? He is not Ethan Morgan. He is a fraud.”
