Chapter 189

Ethan Sullivan's expression darkened instantly like spilled ink.

Behind his mask, those deep-set eyes grew shadowed with displeasure.

Evelyn Laurent remained oblivious.

Ethan forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions churning inside him. "Who else has touched them?" he asked casually.

"My parents and brothers." Evelyn counted on her fingers. "And Lillian Rothschild's group."

The tension in Ethan's shoulders eased almost imperceptibly.

A secret thrill bloomed in his chest.

He was the only man outside her family who'd touched her toned abs.

Unconsciously, his lips curved upward beneath the mask.

The shop assistant watched their interaction with undisguised delight.

"Would you like to attempt the challenge?" she interjected at the perfect moment.

"Yes."

Ethan's deep voice resonated as his burning gaze locked onto Evelyn. "Trust me."

Evelyn looked up into his gentle eyes, then glanced at his tall, athletic frame. "Alright," she murmured softly.

The warmth in Ethan's eyes intensified.

With controlled movements, he lifted Evelyn securely into his arms.

Her slender waist felt impossibly delicate in his grasp.

This was the first time he'd held her while completely sober.

Instinctively, Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck, her body stiffening.

Through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the heat of his chest and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Ethan's muscular arms carried her effortlessly through the obstacles.

His pace was measured yet unwavering.

Evelyn buried her face against his chest, the tips of her ears turning pink.

The five-minute bridal carry challenge had begun.

Ethan adjusted his hold, letting her weight settle fully against him.

Despite her delicate appearance, Evelyn's muscles were firm and well-defined.

Her skin felt as smooth as polished jade.

They were so close that each could feel the other's breath.

Evelyn's pulse quickened.

This intimate contact made her both resistant and inexplicably comforted.

Perhaps because... he was Ethan Sullivan.

He always treated her with such gentleness.

Without that arranged marriage contract between them, maybe they could interact more freely.

Ethan's breathing gradually grew heavier.

The physical exertion had raised his body temperature.

The girl in his arms felt light as a feather, yet left him utterly disoriented.