The moment I saw him, I could tell life had been tearing him apart lately.
Back then, Ethan had always been meticulous about his appearance. His suits were perfectly tailored, and his hair was always neatly styled, with not a single strand out of place.
But now, he looked exhausted and worn down, like the weight of the entire world was crushing his shoulders.
Even his eyes were bloodshot with fatigue.
The second he spotted me, his entire face lit up with frantic excitement.
"Claire… I finally found you." He rushed forward as if he wanted to pull me into his arms, but I immediately stepped back to avoid him.
"What are you doing here?" I stared at him coldly, disgust written all over my face.
Ethan acted as though he couldn’t see my hatred at all. His eyes stayed lock
