Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 548 Christopher had actually said he disliked her-all because of Ethan? Charlotte felt a sting in her chest. Any lingering worry she'd had about Ethan evaporated instantly. Twenty minutes later, the car pulled up beneath Charlotte's apartment building. She didn't insist on sending Christopher back to school. On the way, Christopher had even cried over Ethan. Clearly, if he didn't see Ethan tonight, there was no way he'd settle down. Once home, Charlotte tried calling Ethan. Christopher had already called several times on the way, but he hadn't answered.

Now, when Charlotte dialed, the call went straight to his voicemail-his phone was off. "I knew it! Ethan must be in trouble!" Christopher panicked. "The police will call back soon. Maybe his phone just died. Since we can't reach him, go wash up-I'll make your bed." Charlotte put down the phone, offering a few calm words of comfort to her brother before turning to prepare the room for him. But her serenity only made Christopher more frustrated. "No wonder you act so cold toward Ethan! You're the most heartless ---- person!" he snapped, storming toward the door.

"Stop right there!" Charlotte shouted sharply. This time, Christopher didn't obey. He swung open the door- and froze. Ethan was standing there. His suit jacket was gone. His shirt collar was ripped open, the fabric torn, scratches running across it. Bruises speckled his neck, the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks. The image of the polished, elite heir had been replaced by that of a street brawler -disheveled, battered, and raw. "Ethan..." Christopher's voice caught.

His eyes lit up with delight, Before he could say anything more, Ethan stepped inside on unsteady legs, stumbling straight to the sofa and collapsing onto it. Charlotte stared, first startled, then a tight knot of worry pressed in her chest. Christopher rushed to his side, shutting the door behind him. Ethan! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" "It's nothing-just a few scratches," Ethan muttered. But when Christopher pressed against his thigh, Ethan groaned, ---- clearly in pain. He wasn't good at caring for others-Charlotte, on the other hand, had always been skilled at it.

When they'd been hurt before, she was the one who applied the ointment. Christopher looked helplessly at Charlotte, but memories of his earlier impulsive behavior toward her made him flush with guilt and embarrassment. Charlotte and Christopher exchanged a glance. Without another word, she turned and left. Ethan knew she still didn't like him, but he hadn't expected that even after he heroically saved them both, she wouldn't ask a single question. And... earlier, when he told her to drive first, she had obeyed without even looking back.

"Ethan, what exactly happened with those people?" Christopher asked, still tense. "Ithas nothing to do with you. They were after me," Ethan said tiredly, unwilling to elaborate. Even though his presence had dragged the siblings into danger, it was essentially Charlotte's meddling that got them into this shit. The chaos with Solara Energy had gone south, and Clarice wouldn't let him off easy. Ethan had spent the past few days hiding outside, knowing that when he returned home, he'd face severe consequences.

---- Tonight, he had realized he was being followed-and that someone, somehow, had learned that Khloe's subordinate had been getting close to him Those attackers had come for Charlotte.