Chapter 8
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I sat up abruptly, only to see Ethan Shaw lying beside me like a statue, completely motionless.
I rubbed my throbbing temples, my hair still reeking of alcohol: "You... why are you in my home? And in my bed?"
Ethan turned his head expressionlessly, gesturing for me to look at his arms and legs.
I was pinning them down tightly, preventing him from moving.
"You're not suggesting... we should take this act all the way, are you?"
The look he gave me could have frozen hell itself.
But how would my brother ever allow a man into my room?
Could he have been drunk too?
I hurriedly got up to find my brother, but just as I reached the door, I ran right into him.
He was holding two glasses of milk, looking like he had just woken up.
And at the end of the hallway, Lily Smith was walking toward us.
My brain went into overdrive. I instantly turned around, jumped back into bed, and yanked open Ethan's collar, deliberately creating an intimate scene.
My brother, watching my predatory behavior, froze on the spot.
After several seconds, he finally spoke hesitantly:
"Pearl... should I, uh, close the door for you?"
