Chapter 95: None
(Scarlet's POV)
Ethan's pathetic attempt at seduction didn't land. I stared at him, unimpressed.
"Ethan, stop. I'm not your therapist, and I'm certainly not your savior," I said, my voice flat. "Our deal is based on your last name, not your feelings. Don't make this gross."
He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.
"If the Eastons kick you out, I won't answer your calls. I'm not reminding you of this because I'm kind. I'm reminding you because I need you to stay useful."
Ethan looked like he'd been slapped, but he didn't argue. He opened his lips to speak, then closed them with a wry smile. He raised his hands in surrender.
"Where did you come from?" I asked.
He pointed to his mouth, miming a zipper, then raised an eyebrow as if asking permission to speak.
