The moment Ethan Carter said it, the entire room froze. Even Sophia Brooks stared at him in shock.
Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Ethan… what did you just say? Why would you want her to kiss you?
“Have you… not gotten over her after all these years?”
She bit her lip hard and turned to glare at me, a flicker of hatred in her gaze.
Ethan soothed her with a look full of feigned tenderness.
“Sophia, of course not.
“Back then, she ran away from our engagement party, humiliating me in front of everyone. I’ve carried that shame for five years—now I’m finally getting my revenge.”
He gently moved her aside and stepped toward me.
In full view of everyone, he pointed at his own cheek.
“Come on—just one kiss, and the urn is yours.”
The onlookers smirked and exchanged knowing looks, relishing the scene.
“If Lily Anderson actually kisses him, she’ll never survive in this circle again.”
“She’s such an obedient little lapdog—I wonder if she’d agree to spend the night with me if I asked.”
“Ha, trash like her isn’t hard to get. She’s probably easy for anyone.”
…
My fist clenched so tightly my knuckles ached, and then I slammed it into Ethan’s face.
“Here’s your kiss!”
Disgusting, pathetic scum—