~Tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me love you anyway~
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
“Mr. King.”
Ethan, who was sitting in the chair next to Nikita in his kitchen, snapped his head up at Scarlett’s voice.
She was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking pissed off. Her lips were pressed in a thin line, her eyes stern and hand clenched in a fist by her side.
Ethan could hear his own heart beating as he pushed his chair back and stood up, torn between wanting to go to Scarlett and explain and wanting to stay alive.
“Ms—“
“Don't say a word.” Scarlett glared at him, her nostrils flaring.
She was so angry at Ethan. He had no right to go behind her back and do what he did. She has specifically asked Ethan not to meddle about her family and he went ahead and did just that, whil
