Chapter 87

Evelyn's voice was icy.

She pushed open the door just in time to see Sophia practically draped over Ethan.

Ethan stood abruptly, his office chair screeching across the floor.

Sophia's fingers still hovered in the air, mere inches from his collar.

"I—I was just wiping water off Mr. Sullivan's shirt!" Sophia blurted, her voice trembling. "Don't get the wrong idea, Evelyn!"

Evelyn leaned against the doorframe, idly tapping her arm.

Frost gathered in Ethan's eyes. "Shut up."

His gaze swept over Sophia's flushed face with disgust. "You're only making it worse."

Sophia twisted her hem, on the verge of tears. "I didn't want Evelyn to misunderstand—"

"What does that have to do with me?" Evelyn chuckled.

She'd only come to deliver a message.

Her mother had asked her to inform Ethan about tonight's family dinner. Who knew she'd walk in on such a scene?

Her mocking gaze flickered between them.

The Sullivan heir certainly had... unique taste.

That look ignited a fire in Ethan's chest.

This woman always wore that detached expression.

Especially with him.

"Still here?" He shot Sophia a cold glare.

Sophia bit her lip and edged toward the door. As she passed Evelyn, her eyes flashed with venom.

That bitch had ruined everything.

But it didn't matter.

Her fingers brushed the sapphire pendant at her throat, recalling Ethan's sudden change in expression.

This necklace was clearly his weakness.

At the Sullivan patriarch's birthday banquet next week...

Sophia's steps grew lighter as she plotted how to convince her parents to prepare an extravagant gift.

Silence reclaimed the office.

Evelyn crossed her arms, studying Ethan with frost in her eyes.