Jenna saw right through Ethan's little game.

His intentions were practically written across his face.

He just wanted her to help him bathe.

She decided to play dumb instead.

"I really don't know what you're talking about." Jenna blinked her innocent doe eyes, fluttering her lashes.

Ethan narrowed his gaze and grabbed her collar.

"Playing dumb?"

He leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her neck.

"My hand is injured. You're helping me shower tonight."

Jenna shrank back.

"No!"

She refused firmly. "Men and women shouldn't be so intimate."

Ethan chuckled lowly.

"We share the same bed. What boundaries are left?"

Jenna pried his hand off and tried to bolt.

The next second, the world spun.

She landed in his lap, her cheeks instantly burning.

"You—"

"I'm injured." Ethan gave her a pitiful look.

Jenna turned her face away.

"Missing one shower won't kill you."

His gaze dropped to her flushed lips.

His thumb grazed them lightly.

"So soft..."

Jenna shuddered.

"Pervert!"

She shoved him away and darted off like a startled rabbit.

Ethan watched her retreating figure, his chest shaking with laughter.

This girl—her flustered reactions were adorable.

His phone suddenly rang.

"Speak."

"Mr. Roscente, the East Glory Group proposed a marriage alliance..."

Ethan lit a cigarette and exhaled a slow stream of smoke.

"Felix Savigny's daughter?"

He smirked. "She's not even worthy."

On the other end, Lucas nearly fell out of his chair.

"Y-You're married?"

"None of your business."

Ethan stubbed out the cigarette, his gaze softening as it drifted toward the bedroom.