Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 468

He gave me a meaningful glance before walking away. "Three days from now, I'm hosting a banquet at Rovera Manor. I hope you will grace us with your presence, Ms. Wiley."

Ethan's expression darkened like a brewing storm. His clenched fists trembled as though he might lunge at him.

"Don't go," he commanded. He gripped my wrist tightly with an overbearing authority.

I shook off his hand and replied coldly, "It's my choice. You have no right to interfere."

With that, I turned and walked away from the balcony without looking back.

Ethan's pleading voice rang out. But I turned a deaf ear. I held back my tears and quickened my pace.

So, he cared this much about my every move? What about those dazzling socialites? What did they mean to him, really?

Ethan knew all too well that my pride was fragile. He was always close but never close enough. But I was no longer the timid, powerless person I once was.

I wiped away my tears and returned to the banquet hall. I tried to hide any trace of vulnerability.

As I walked past a corner, I collided with a tall figure. The impact sent me stumbling back a few steps, almost losing my balance.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see—"

I looked up, and my voice froze in my throat. It was Ethan. He had followed me.

Dressed in a gray suit that fit him perfectly, he looked refined. The dim light cast shadows on his sharp features, giving him an enigmatic and almost surreal look.

"It's me," he said. His deep, hoarse voice carried a magnetic undertone.

At such close proximity, I could hear the pounding rhythm of our hearts. I should have walked away immediately, but I froze, as if I was under a spell.

"Evelyn…" he murmured. His fingers brushed gently against my cheek.

Dressed in a striking red gown that accentuated her curves, she sauntered over and linked her arm through Ethan's.

"Darling, here you are!" She giggled and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Ethan stiffened. He tried to pull away, but Vivian clung to him like a vine. "The speeches are about to start, and you can't run off now." She shot me a provocative glance and tugged Ethan away.

He could only cast a helpless look at me before allowing her to tug him away. Bitterness spread in my heart as I stood there and watched their figures fade into the distance.

Maybe Ethan did love me. But so what? Love had never been enough to withstand the harsh reality.

The clock struck 8:30 pm, marking the official start of the Grayson Group's centennial celebration.

As the CEO of the company, Ethan was, of course, the center of attention. Dressed in a suit, he exuded confidence and charisma. The applause from the crowd was deafening.

I watched him from a distance. My heart was filled with a mix of emotions. In this life or perhaps in another, we've circled around each other, only to end up here.