Chloe's POV
My nails dug into my palms as I paced back and forth in the living room, my thoughts all over the place as I wasn't able to reach Ethan. It was already past four in the evening and he still hadn't return. Freya had called severally to calm me down, but I couldn't help but blame myself for everything that happened. If I hadn't gone on that stupid date with Mr. Dave, this wouldn't have happened.
He was a good man and I didn't want to let him down. Because he held hands with me and did my shoe doesn't mean I am having an affair with him, or I harbored any feelings for him. It was just normal, and he was just being a gentleman. Ethan doesn't seem to understand that, and it makes me feel guilty that I made him mad.
Ethan has never been mad at me before; at least not to the exten
