Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 66

On the way back, Phillip warmly invited Rita and Zander to hang out at the mansion. They couldn't say no, so they just tagged along. Naturally, Izzy and Ethan joined in.

Just after they arrived, Ethan dragged Izzy upstairs. Phillip couldn't help but chuckle, "Look at this lovey-dovey pair. They're so sweet."

Rita joined in with a laugh, "Yeah, young folks these days love their own space. Unlike us oldies, who prefer a bit of a crowd and a bit of buzz."

Once in the room, Ethan couldn't help but wrap his arm around Izzy's waist, furrowing his brows, "What's up?" Izzy blushed, glancing at the door to make sure it was shut tight. She still remembered vividly the last time they got caught in a heated moment. That was a disaster she did not want to repeat. She shot Ethan a look, "Why'd you drag me up here? The oldies are downstairs. They might get the wrong idea."

"They'll understand."

Izzy was in a good mood and let it slide. She told Ethan about what happened with Emma, which only seemed to make him upset .

Izzy couldn't help but reach up to touch his face, and then her other hand followed suit. She slapped his face lightly, "Stop frowning, you look like an old man."

Ethan blinked, seemingly taken aback by her action. When he finally caught on, he squinted, "Old man?"

Realizing what she had just done, Izzy jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted. She stared at Ethan, not even understanding why she did that. It felt like something she had done a million times and just acted on instinct.

"Uh... just a slip of the tongue." Izzy tried to laugh it off.

The hand Ethan had around her waist made a slow suggestive move, then he asked with a teasing tone, "Have I been acting like an old man lately?" Izzy was all too familiar with that tone, she quickly shook her head, "No, no, that's not what I meant, Ethan, don't get me wrong." Izzy was naive in some ways, not knowing guys could be sensitive about certain things and wouldn't tolerate the slightest doubt.

"Oh?" Ethan's voice rose slightly, he had a smirk on his face, looking incredibly attractive.

"Where is your hand going?" Izzy suddenly squealed.

Realizing where Ethan's hand was heading, Izzy moved to swat it away. But it backfired, Ethan's hand landed squarely on her soft spot. She could feel his heat even through her clothes, and she let out a shout while she was frozen in place, looking at Ethan. Izzy was a looker, which had a lot to do with her smooth skin. She was 27, but her skin was still fair and smooth with no marks or pimples, just a faint fuzz visible.

"Izzy." Ethan's voice dropped lower.

Izzy tensed up, remembering everything that happened earlier. Her body started to soften, she was on the verge of tears, "Ethan, don't."

"Don't do what?" His hand remained on her chest.

Izzy was so irritated with him that her face turned red. She thumped his chest and turned her head slightly, "You know exactly what I mean."