Chapter 5

"Ethan, do you think Chloe is going to find another chance to confess to you tonight? How many times has it been? At least ten thousand times, right?"

Ethan’s lips curved into a slight smirk.

"No matter how many times she hints at it, I'll just play dumb. After all, she’s great for everything—except being a girlfriend."

My hand froze in mid-air. I completely lost the courage to push the door open.

That was the first time I didn't try to drop clumsy hints.

In fact, after the party ended, he looked uncomfortable, grabbed my arm, and asked if I had anything to say to him.

I shook my head. He then dragged me to a hotel, almost out of spite, saying he wanted to clear things up.

And after that, he woke up, got dressed in disgust, and cut me off.

A sudden, violent screech of brakes pulled me back to reality. The car had stopped in the underground garage of his apartment building.

I thought about it and decided to tell him the truth about that night.

"Ethan, that night, we didn't actually—"

Before I could finish the words "do anything," he pushed the door open and ran off without looking back.

"Victoria, don't be scared. I'll be right there. Wait for me."

He left so decisively, leaving me locked in the back seat, helplessly banging on the window for help.

Only then did I realize who "Victoria" was.

She was the elegant senior who was the only girl to ever reject him.

I waited and waited until midnight, knowing he wouldn't come back.

Now that his dream girl was back, how could he let me ruin his mood?

I wanted to call Lily for help.

But I was afraid Ethan would think I was making a big deal out of nothing and make his dream girl misunderstand.

In the end, from the lack of oxygen in the car, I fainted.

...

When I woke up again, the white walls and the smell of disinfectant surrounded me.

The room was noisy. Mrs. Davis was screaming at Ethan.

"Do you even have a heart? You knew Chloe was pregnant, and you left her locked in the car all night? If anything happens to the baby, you're dead to me!"

My mom was angry, too, but she tried to keep the peace. "Alright, alright. She's fine now. The baby is still small."

I coughed twice, cutting them off.

My mom immediately rushed to my bedside, her eyes full of worry.

"Chloe, are you feeling better? The doctor said you're weak. It was hard to save the baby, so don't put yourself in danger anymore, okay?"

Every word she said was a jab at Ethan's carelessness.

Mrs. Davis looked extremely embarrassed, but she forced a smile. "Yes, Chloe, you need to take care of your body. I won't let this brat bother you anymore."

It sounded a bit like I was the one clinging to her son.

I weakly turned my head away, but Ethan cut his mother off.

"I was the one who went looking for Chloe. Stop being passive-aggressive."

He awkwardly stepped closer and held a bowl of soup to my lips.

I pulled away, refusing to take a single sip.

He got annoyed and slammed the bowl onto the table. "If you don't drink it, don't blame me if something happens to the kid!"

I was almost amused by his words. He had been insisting the child had nothing to do with him.

So what was this act supposed to be now?

Mrs. Davis’s expression hardened behind him, and she looked at me with a hint of displeasure.

I said quietly, "The baby has a father. You don't need to worry about it."

Ethan's face darkened by several shades.

"You're in your first trimester, so I won't argue with you. I bought all the baby supplies based on online guides. Take care of yourself."

I looked at the corner of the room, which was piled high with baby clothes, strollers, and toys.

Ethan was still misunderstanding.

Since everyone was here, it was the perfect time to explain everything clearly, so a certain someone wouldn't get jealous.

But before I could speak, a slender, beautiful figure walked into the room.