Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts novel Chapter 96

"How's that? Still hurting?" Ethan lifted his head, looking at her with concern.

Ines felt a sting in her nose and shook her head at him.

Ethan fetched another band-aid from the medicine cabinet, patched her up, and shooed her out of the kitchen, refusing to let her lift a finger.

Ines leaned against the doorway, her eyes glued to the man bustling about in the kitchen. She suddenly moved forward, hugging him from behind and breathing in a faint minty scent that was refreshing and pleasant, causing her lips to curve into a smile.

She never quite understood why Ethan always liked to hug her from behind, but having experienced it herself now, she realized it was a rather nice feeling—warm and secure.

Caught off guard by her initiative, Ethan stiffened for a moment. Recovering, he leaned back against her, pressing his face into hers and rubbing it gently. "What's up?"

Ines felt a ticklish sensation and involuntarily shrunk her neck. "Ethan," she began thoughtfully, "I feel like I'm good for nothing. I can't even manage something as simple as cooking, and I'm always causing trouble for you."

"You're doubting yourself?"

Ines nodded honestly, "A little." She couldn't help feeling outclassed around a person like Ethan, male or female.

Ethan ruffled her hair, teasing, "Who said you're worthless? You're pretty good at messing with your blind date prospects! That's not something everyone can do, you know. I certainly can't."

"Seriously, why do you always bring that up? I explained it to you already," Ines regretted that incident more than ever. Had she known that messing with her blind date would become a dark spot in her history, she would've never done it.

"Because that's the most attractive thing about you," Ethan said quietly.

At his words, Ines laughed and pretended to swing a punch at him, "Anyway, you're stuck with me now. "There's no backing out, and there's certainly no room for disliking me." Ethan ensnared her petite fist within his larger palm, her hand nestling into his seamlessly. His smile dissolved into a serious expression as he chastised, "Why this propensity to overthink everything? You're not a professional chef; it's irrelevant if you can't cook. Also, refrain from suggesting that I could grow to dislike you—it's utterly improbable. You must cultivate confidence in yourself, and in me too. Understand?"

Ines replied sweetly, "You're so naggy. I just feel like I'm in a soap opera, it all doesn't feel real."

In her mind, men like Ethan only existed in TV shows—men born into enviable circumstances, men with extraordinary abilities, the true definition of a domineering CEO, yet doting and considerate towards their wives.

He was too good to her, so much so it felt like a dream. She was afraid that when she woke up, it would all be gone.

"Silly girl, are you so easily moved?"