Serena Sullivan helplessly watched as her phone screen went black. The elevator doors opened, and she was about to press the button on her wheelchair to exit when she inadvertently glanced at the elevator's floor buttons.
Ethan Grant's apartment was on the eighteenth floor, and she had just reached out and pressed "18".
Perhaps it was a coincidence, Serena pushed down the doubt in her heart, exited the elevator, and went inside, not noticing that the car downstairs only restarted and left after she safely made it home.
Past midnight, "Willow Yarrow's" place on the eighteenth floor was as bright as day. The slightly intoxicated man entered holding his coat in one hand and pushing the door open with the other. Standing at the entrance, he glanced at the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway and then walked toward the dining room to get some water.
Under the light, a piece of white paper on the dining table was particularly conspicuous.
Ethan Grant approached and realized it wasn't just any white paper but a hand-drawn design.
The ring on the paper seemed simple, but the gemstone's intricate pattern was depicted with meticulous detail by the artist, the entire piece was captured in the words "exquisite".
As he was intently observing it, a sound came from behind. Ethan turned his head slightly, capturing in his peripheral vision the wheels of a wheelchair.
Serena Sullivan emerged, and it really was Ethan Grant. On the second day of their marriage, he left early in the morning and returned in the dead of night; he must really not care for her!
However, compared to Ethan Grant, she had more important things to do.
Serena was pleased as she looked at the photo she just took on her phone. She unintentionally raised her head, meeting the man's cold gaze, and was startled, nearly dropping her phone.
"Good evening, Mr. Grant."
Serena quickly adjusted her emotions, tightened her grip on the phone, and greeted Ethan with a smile.
Ethan Grant frowned and asked, "Were you waiting for me?"
"I just finished drawing it and forgot to take it back to my room." Serena's smile widened. Yes, she was waiting for Ethan Grant.
Tomorrow's interview wouldn't be successful without Ethan's cooperation tonight, would it?
Following her words, Ethan glanced at the drawing in his hand, then at Serena's hand clutching the phone, and was lost in thought for a few seconds.
"Mr. Grant, please return that to me."
Serena pushed her wheelchair forward and said.
Ethan Grant snapped back to reality and questioned in a calm voice, "What are you planning to do? Apply to a jewelry design company?"
He raised his voice, his deep gaze fixing on Serena. In the quiet night, she unknowingly got drawn into his eyes, almost seeing familiar tenderness and affection there.
"Serena, your confidence is truly laughable."
The cold voice broke through, jolting her out of her illusion. When she looked at Ethan again, there was no affection in his eyes, just a mocking gaze directed at her.
"A cripple like you, where do you get the confidence to think any company would hire you?"
Serena smiled and politely replied, "Didn't Mr. Grant give me this confidence?"
"Last night, it seemed like Mr. Grant also said something similar."
He asked, where did she get the confidence to believe he would marry her!
In the end, she got married.
"Serena!"
Serena's retort made Ethan's expression darken further. "Put away your little schemes, no matter which company you want to join, I'm telling you, it's impossible!"
With that, Ethan ruthlessly crumpled the sketch into a ball and threw it toward the trash can beside the dining table.
"Your work is about the same as this trash!"
Ethan pointed at the garbage in the bin, his voice cold and mocking.