Chapter 2

When Mandy came out, I was sitting at Ethan's assistant's desk.

She saw me, wary and confused.

"Didn't Ethan say no one could come up without his permission?"

I smiled and said: "The driver's out on an errand. Ethan asked me to take you back to school."

She relaxed and followed behind me, getting into my car.

"Wow, you drive such a nice car for an assistant?"

The girl probably hadn't seen much of the world.

Though this car had a Mercedes logo, it was only worth about three hundred thousand.

But I didn't call her out on it.

I said, "Ethan's generous. Work for him long enough, and everyone gets good benefits."

"You've been with Ethan for a long time?"

"Five or six years. We used to be classmates. He thought I was capable, so he kept me on."

I looked at the girl's curious eyes through the rearview mirror.

The next second, she leaned forward as expected, asking me more private questions.

"Then you must have met his wife."

I answered flatly, "Ethan doesn't have a wife yet. That person is his fiancée at most."

The corners of the girl's mouth curved up in delight, and she asked again, "So what's his fiancée like?"

"Which aspect do you mean?"

"Age, education, family, job."

"She's twenty-eight, bachelor's degree, single-parent family, teacher."

"Sounds pretty ordinary."

She pouted. "Plus she's almost thirty, already past the optimal childbearing age. How's she supposed to give Ethan children later?"

My hands on the steering wheel suddenly tightened.

I hadn't expected such words to come from a college student's mouth.

Apparently reproductive education still needed further promotion.

After a few seconds of silence, I continued the conversation.

"She probably won't have children for Ethan."

Mandy's full, plump lips opened and closed, letting out an exclamation.

"Why not!"

"Because of you. Knowing Ethan as I do, he likes you so much, he might not marry that fiancée after all."

"Really! Can you keep me updated on this?"

"Sure." I said.

When Mandy got out of the car, she deliberately took off her jacket.

Only then did I see the red marks all over her neck and arms.

Perhaps my gaze was too intense, because Mandy embarrassedly put her jacket back on.

"Mira, stop looking. It's embarrassing."

I withdrew my gaze and asked gently: "Does it hurt?"

She looked aggrieved, pursing her lips.

"It hurts a lot. He's always so rough, and I don't dare refuse him."

"Next time Ethan does this, bite his shoulder and tell him you're uncomfortable. That way he won't force you."

"How do you know all this?"

I leaned close to her ear and smiled. "His fiancée told us when we were gossiping."

Mandy covered her mouth and giggled.

"Mira's so nice~ I'll try that at home next time."