“You wouldn’t even recognize him now. He’s got that real Don vibe going on,” they said with a chuckle.
I just smiled, feeling oddly detached. Hearing his name no longer stirred anything in
- me.
That winter break, when I flew home, Ethan actually waited for me at the airport. He looked taller and more reserved, with a few men standing silently behind him. They were clearly his family’s bodyguards. It seemed he was already stepping into his role within the family.
Catching the anxious looks on my parents‘ faces, I forced a smile and walked over.
“Ethan, what a coincidence. You’re here too?”
Without missing a beat, I brushed past him to join my parents. Ethan’s outstretched hand, poised to help with my luggage, froze mid–air.
On the drive home, he stayed completely silent. I could sense that he wanted to say something, but I kept chatting with my parents, never giving him a chance to speak.
By the time we reached home, we still hadn’t exchanged a single word.
During the break, Ethan tried to visit me a few times, but I always turned him down, using my studies as an excuse.
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