Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 

Chapter 76 

“I don’t get it.” Ethan slipped his phone back into his bag and continued, “There are a lot of things I don’t understand. So, Evelyn, it’s your responsibility to help me understand these things that I don’t understand” 

He was stubbornly insistent as if he was determined to get to the bottom of this today. 

Thad figured him out, and if explaining everything once and for all would allow us to go our separate ways, I was ready to do that. But before I could say anything, his phone rang again 

Since we were standing so close, could easily see that it was Leah calling. I turned and walked toward the Maserati 

“Answer your phone Your girlfriend must be worried.” 

While Ethan was on the phone, I tried to stop someone riding an electric bike on the side of the road. After explaining my situation, they turned me down. 

Since I couldn’t hear what Ethan and Leah were discussing, and there were no other vehicles around, I had no choice but to wait by the Maserati 

After about five or ten minutes, Ethan ended his call and came over. 

“It’s getting late, and it’s cold. Let’s head back,” I saki. 

Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and unlocked the car, Iclimbed in and settled into the seat 

As we drove back, Ethan maintained a steady pace. I adjusted my seat to find acomfortable position and gazed out the window. 

We didn’t say a word on the drive back. As I was about to get out of the car at the school, Ethan said, “You can tell everyone you were with me that night.” 

It was true. That night, besides getting into Mr. Minogue’s car, I had also seen than at the party. It was a solution, but I didn’t want to take it 

Since I still didn’t know the motive of the person who posted on the forum, I had a feeling something else would come up 

“Thanks,” I said, opening the car door and stepping out, “but I don’t need to.” 

“Evelyn,” Ethan called out as I took a few steps away 

I turned to face him. His features were partly hidden in the dim light. “Please don’t hate me,” he said. 

1 was momentarily stunned, and by the time I gathered my thoughts, the Maserati had already disappeared. Rubbing my nose, I headed back to the dorm. 

The winter night was cold, and the camphor tree–lined path telt both empty and desolate. As I walked over the fallen leaves, 1 heard the occasional crunch beneath my feet. 

Being in the same space as Ethan always left me feeling drained. The more I was around him, the less I felt understood him. 

I didn’t want to anymore, but he had a knack for dropping little bombshells on my otherwise praceful life, causing subtle ripples 

1 looked up, somewhat dazed, and saw a dash of light directly ahead of me. It was coming from the direction of our dorm