Emma's eyes widened in shock and confusion.
Did she hear that right?
Marry him? Was Ethan joking? He knew she was already married!
Instinctively, Emma tried to step back, wanting to put some distance between them.
But Ethan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
Emma gasped, her hands landing against his firm chest.
The solid feel of his muscles beneath her fingers made her blush, her gaze darting away as she stammered, "Ethan, please let me go."
His arm remained firmly around her waist, and with his other hand, he gently cupped her cheek, his voice soft and tender. "Wouldn't it be nice to be my wife? As Mrs. Brooks, no one would dare to harm you."
"That's impossible, Ethan," Emma replied, her tone serious as she pushed his hand away from her face. "I don't know why M
