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Ethan glanced down at Nancy, flashing her a handsome, reassuring smile. “Not really.” 

Emily’s words had irked him slightly, but they weren’t enough to make him angry. 

To him, they were just a bit grating, nothing more. 

Nancy, relieved, nestled her face against his arm and whispered softly, “Good, that’s all that matters.” 

At that moment, Andrew finished ordering and handed the menu back to the waiter. Turning to Ethan and Nancy, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at their intimate 

closeness. 

“Ethan, you’re not still dragging your feet on divorcing Emily, are you?” Andrew asked, his curiosity laced with confusion. 

Nancy lifted her head too, her eyes fixed on Ethan expectantly. 

Ethan paused, caught off guard, before replying nonchalantly, “We’ll see about that later.” 

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Ethan instinctively shot a look at Andrew. “You sensed it too?” 

Andrew blinked, utterly baffled. “Sensed what?” 

Realizing he’d let his emotions slip, Ethan quickly backpedaled. “Nothing, forget it.” 

Nancy, still leaning against him, picked up on the subtle shift in Ethan’s mood, but seeing his expression remain cool and composed, she let her worries ease. 

Andrew, eager to drop the subject of Emily, chimed in. “Whatever, let’s not talk about her. Time to eat–don’t want Nancy starving here.” 

Ethan and Andrew had already eaten earlier; it was only Nancy who hadn’t had a bite yet. 

In their tight–knit circle, everyone knew Emily was Ethan’s wife, but that didn’t mean they liked her. No, their affections were firmly with Nancy. 

Back in the day, Emily had hounded Ethan relentlessly, seizing every chance to glue herself to his side. 

Nancy, on the other hand, was a breath of fresh air–gentle, talented, and knowing when to advance and when to retreat. She expressed her feelings openly but never clung desperately 275 

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The contrast was stark; it was obvious who won hearts. 

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After switching to a barbecue joint and finishing their late–night grill, Aaron dropped Emily off at the gates of Carter Manor. 

They exchanged goodbyes, and Emily watched his car fade into the distance before heading inside. 

The moment she stepped through the entrance, a firm grip suddenly cinched around her waist, and in a blur, she was hoisted off the ground, scooped up effortlessly in one arm. 

Before she could even process it, she was bundled into a waiting car. 

The whole thing unfolded in mere seconds, leaving her no time to fight back. 

Once inside, a faint whiff of tobacco smoke hit her nostrils. 

Emily still hadn’t gotten a clear look at her abductor. 

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It wasn’t until he aggressively backed her into the corner of the 3/5 seat that his face emerged from the deep shadows. 

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To her shock, it was Alexander. 

A roguish grin played on his lips, sending an uneasy chill down her spine. 

Trapped with nowhere to run, Emily felt his breath ghosting her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing perilously close to her cheek. 

He murmured, “Sweetheart, why haven’t you texted me?” 

Alexander pressed his body against hers, his warm exhales fanning her face. Instinctively, she ducked her head, evading the intimate heat. 

Her voice trembled with tension as she asked, “Do we really need to do this?” 

Before marrying Ethan, Alexander had indeed joked about wanting her to marry him instead. 

But after her wedding to Ethan, he’d never brought it up again. 

Yet here he was, dredging up the past. 

Noticing her evasion, Alexander’s lips curved into a sly smirk. He captured her hand and pressed it to his chest, feigning heartache with dramatic flair. “But when you don’t reach out 4/5 

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my heart just aches nonstop. Feel it–can you sense those old wounds throbbing?” 

He guided Emily’s hand across his chest, using the pretense of emotional pain as an excuse for her to feel the hard, sculpted lines of his muscles. 

This wasn’t an expression of heartache; it was a deliberate move to make her touch his body. 

Emily’s fingertips grazed the defined ridges, and she jerked back reflexively, but Alexander’s grip only tightened. 

Unable to pull away, she lifted her gaze to meet his squarely, her tone steady and unflinching. “Really? You’ve probably spun that line to plenty of women, haven’t you?” 

Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly, but he recovered with a chuckle. “Sweetheart, I hate to lie to you. Yeah, I’ve said them to maybe twenty or so women.” 

Emily tried once more to wrench her hand free, but Alexander clamped down harder, his hold like an unyielding vice, pinning her in place. 

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