Chapter 172

For some reason, I thought the visitor was Ethan, whom I had met outside the supermarket. When I opened the door, I saw Ethan right in front of me. I instinctively tried to close the door, but Ethan had already squeezed in through the gap. He looked strangely flushed, and his breath smelled of alcohol. "Get out," I said. With a cold expression, I opened the door again and pointed outside. Ethan looked at me with a fathomless gaze, and I could see the desire in his eyes. The next moment, he pinned me against the wall and shoved his lips against mine. "Ethan! Let me go, you bastard—" I yelled. I struggled, but I couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Ethan kissed me so intensely that it seemed as if he wanted to taste every inch of me. As we stumbled, Ethan pulled me into the living room. I heard the sounds of the fireworks and the host on TV. But then, Ethan pushed me onto the sofa, tracing his lips down my body. "Eve, I want you." I couldn't push him away. The lights above me