Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 483 Ethan's words were so narcissistic they made Charlotte feel sick. This time, however, she didn't argue back. She let him open the thermos, pour out a cup of dark, steaming tea, and frown at it in confusion. The comers of her lips lifted. She nodded and made a courteous gesture, inviting him to drink. Ethan narrowed his eyes at her. The unpleasant smell drifted up to his nose. He hesitated for a long moment, lips pressed together, before finally retreating. "Forget it. I'll drink it later." He poured the tea back into the thermos and screwed the lid shut. "Come on.

I'll take you home." Ethan turned and locked the office door, speaking casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Charlotte looked coldly at his back, then softened her voice." You have the time to take me home now? | thought you were heading out." ---- "t's on the way. Your place isn't far." Ethan chuckled, then paused. "After | drop you off, I'll go take care of something else." Angela and the others hadn't arrived yet. Besides, someone was already on their way to receive them at the hotel. Giving Charlotte a ride wouldn't delay him. Charlotte didn't refuse.

On the road, Ethan's phone lit up, but he didn't even glance at it, much less answer. Unable to hold back, Charlotte said, "If you're busy, you can just let me off nearby." "It's fine. We're almost there." Ethan kept his eyes on the road. The glow of the streetlights washed over his sharp features, making him look unusually clean and restrained-cool and handsome rather than lecherous. But Charlotte had no interest in admiring his face. Her mind was busy calculating how to extract something useful from him to pass on to Khloe.

With Khloe away from the office, they had to be even more vigilant against their enemies' moves. "Ethan, do you have an engagement tonight?" ---- Seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Charlotte finally took the initiative. Sure enough, Ethan glanced sideways at her. "Yes." "An important guest?" Charlotte pointed at his coat. He had clearly changed into a fresh outfit, and the cologne-already faint before-was now overpowering. She had noticed long ago: whenever Ethan went to meet clients, his cologne was always especially strong. "More or less." Ethan drew a quiet breath.

From the corner of his eye, a faint smile appeared. He was unusually taciturn tonight. Normally, if Charlotte asked a couple of questions, he would find some excuse to tease her. She clenched her fists and fell silent. When the car stopped at a traffic light, Ethan rested his elbow against the window. He glanced outside and saw her reflection in the glass-head lowered, as if deep in calculation. Soon, the light turned green. After one more intersection, they ---- would reach Charlotte's neighborhood. But just then, Ethan suddenly turned the wheel Charlotte froze. "Ethan...

this isn't the right direction." "| just remembered | forgot to pick something up." His voice remained calm, but the car's speed noticeably increased. Unease surged through Charlotte. She sat up straight at once. " Then just let me off here. | can go back on my own." "No. | said I'd take you home." Ethan gave a soft snort. "Don't rush. It won't take long." "Ethan..." Charlotte's voice turned cold. He ignored her completely and stepped harder on the gas. The car shot forward. Instinctively, Charlotte reached for the door handle-but it was already locked.

"Ethan, what are you trying to do?" "Keep me company for a while. I'll take you back later." Ethan didn't even look at her. To him, her panic and struggle were strangely amusing. Charlotte took a deep breath. "Ethan, didn't we agree we ---- wouldn't play these games? Aren't you afraid I'll tell Khloe what you're doing to me?"