His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 13: Do You Know Who Gave Me This Tie?

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Do You Know Who Gave Me This Tie?

"A careless woman accidentally spilled coffee on President Sinclair."

Nathan Lawson always spoke with an air of businesslike detachment, but you could tell from her words.

That "accidentally" was definitely deliberate.

Kiana Sutton nodded slightly, feeling a bit anxious as she stepped into the room with clothes in hand.

The door closed behind her, courtesy of Nathan Lawson. She looked at the closed door, turned around, and walked in step by step.

The room was large and luxurious, a suite no less, yet Kiana Sutton couldn’t find Ethan Sinclair.

It wasn’t until she heard the sound of water trickling from the bathroom that she realized Ethan Sinclair was actually taking a shower.

Should she just leave the clothes and go?

Or should she knock and inform Ethan Sinclair? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Just as Kiana was caught in indecision, Ethan Sinclair’s sensual voice resonated through the bathroom door, "Come in!"

Come in?

How did he know she was there with such light footsteps?

Though her mind was puzzled, her body had subconsciously moved closer to the bathroom.

The closer she got to the bathroom, the faster Kiana’s heart raced.

Wasn’t Ethan Sinclair taking a shower? Why was he asking her to come in?

Could it be he wanted her to scrub his back?

Kiana hesitated at the bathroom door, unsure if she should knock. Perhaps Ethan’s impatience got the better of him, as he directly opened the door.

Kiana didn’t have time to see anything before being forcefully pulled in.

Kiana startled, finding herself in a scorching embrace.

Her first thought was how hot it was in the bathroom!

Kiana had no idea how many degrees Ethan had set the water to; with steam filling the air, visibility was zero, and Ethan felt as though he was burning with a fever of forty degrees.

In the next second, her lips were captured fiercely, her clothes dropping to the ground.

When everything was over, Kiana felt as exhausted as if she’d run a marathon, entirely drained, with no strength left in her body.

She was left sitting in a heap on the bathroom floor, panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Ethan had already left the bathroom.

Every inch of her body ached, covered with bruises and marks.

Kiana discovered that Ethan took great pleasure in leaving marks all over her during such encounters, like a puppy marking its territory.

Throughout, there was no communication; Kiana couldn’t speak, and Ethan seemed dismissive of talking to her.

Just then, a tote bag was tossed into the bathroom from outside, followed by Ethan’s cold voice.

"You have three minutes to change into the clothes in the bag and come out."

When Kiana exited the bathroom, Ethan was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out. He held a cigarette, concealing his expression.

Kiana hesitated for a moment, then walked toward Ethan.

As soon as she approached, Ethan suddenly grabbed her neck, pressing her against the window.

From the twenty-eighth floor, the sudden loss of balance made Kiana’s heart leap to her throat, her face turning as white as a sheet.

Kiana was somewhat afraid of heights; she felt like she was about to fall, instinctively bracing her hands against the glass.

"Kiana Sutton, if I were to push you down from here, would you be smashed to bits, or miraculously survive and become a vegetable?"

Ethan’s voice was devoid of warmth, his grip strong and murderous; Kiana had no doubt he would kill her.

This man, who had been pressed so closely against her just a moment ago, now wanted to kill her!

The overwhelming panic caused Kiana’s body to tremble uncontrollably, her chest hurting so much she couldn’t breathe.

Ethan’s attractive lips curled into a mocking smile. As he released her, Kiana’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor.

Ethan looked down at her, his voice icily detached, "Scared already? Next time, act more convincingly."

Kiana raised her eyes to meet Ethan’s gaze, only to see his cold and distant back.

"I will be attending a banquet later; you’re coming with me."

Kiana hadn’t yet recovered from the feeling of weightlessness when Ethan picked up his tie and coldly said to her, "What are you dawdling for? Get up and tie my tie."

Kiana gritted her teeth, shakily getting up and walking over to Ethan.

Her heart was still unsettled, and her hands were shaking.

No matter how composed she tried to appear, her hands betrayed her.

Kiana took the tie from Ethan, tiptoeing to tie it for him.

However, at only five foot three, with Ethan standing at six foot two, the height difference was significant. Even on tiptoes, she couldn’t wrap her arms around his neck.

Ethan showed no intention of accommodating her, and Kiana dared not ask him to bend down, so she fetched a stool, intending to stand on it to tie his tie.

Just as she placed the stool before Ethan, he suddenly kicked it over with a cold face, startling Kiana. The next second, Ethan lifted her and placed her on the desk.

"Being as short as you is a marvel of human evolution. Hurry up, if you waste my time, I’ll make you regret it."

The desk was somewhat high, so sitting on it, Kiana could reach Ethan’s neck.

She carefully looped the tie around Ethan’s neck, fastening it with attention.

They were close enough for Kiana to catch the fresh scent off Ethan, and recalling the bathroom scene painted her cheeks crimson.

She dared not look at his face but felt the icy pressure of his gaze upon her.

"Do you know who gave me this tie?"

Ethan’s voice came unexpectedly from above, his breath hotter on her already flushed face.

"It was a gift from Kate on my eighteenth birthday."

Kiana paused slightly in tying the tie, then continued.

He asked her to tie the tie Kate gave him, striking where it hurt the most.

"If it weren’t for your father, Kate should have been the one tying this on me."

As he spoke, Ethan pinched Kiana’s chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, his fingers tracing her soft, smooth cheeks with deceptive gentleness, yet his words pierced deeply.

"To me, you’re just an outlet for desire. Your father is a sinner, and so are you. Don’t entertain any foolish delusions!"

Kiana bit her lip hard as her flushed face turned pale.

Don’t entertain any foolish delusions?

But she already had, so what should she do now?

Seeing Kiana’s slightly aggrieved face sparked an unexplainable irritation in Ethan.

Gazing at her as she bit her rosy lip, his dark eyes deepened, and a fire flared within him.

He irritably released her chin, snapping, "How long does it take to tie a tie?"

Kiana hastened her movements. Back then, to become a competent personal secretary, she’d learned several ways to tie a tie and practiced them diligently.

Once the tie was done, Ethan turned away, leaving decisively.

Ethan had said they would be attending a banquet.

Once at the venue, Kiana realized today was Angus Lynch’s fiftieth birthday celebration.

No wonder Ethan had thoughtfully worn the tie Kate gifted him.