288 Chapter 288: Nobody Can Bite You But Me (1/2)

Kylie looked at Ethan in contempt, and she shouted at him: ”What the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work or back at Dora's apartment, banging her brains out?!?!?”

Ethan looked at her, and he asked her if she'd forgotten what he'd previously told her. His voice was deep and slow, and the way that he said things, they always sounded believable.

Kylie turned her eyes away from him, and she said, ”I refuse to hear your excuses. You obviously like Dora more than you like me, so let me go. You had no right to come here and harass me. This is my place of work!”

Ethan stepped forward suddenly, and he grabbed her, pulled her to him, and kissed her. The minute he touched her, she tried to pull away, but he held her tightly. The minute his lips touched hers, though, an electric current ran from her toes to the ends of her hair. His steely arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer to his body – and, against her better judgment, she kissed him back.

The director had already called cut, but they hadn't stopped, and as he began to curse them, he let the scene go on. As she moved away, his mind was a disturbing wash of conflicted emotions. The kiss had been nice, but he, as a person, was not nice. She could feel how hot her face was, and she found her embarrassment embarrassing. She turned away from him, swallowed hard, and tidied her hair.

She thought to herself. I will not give this man the opportunity to hurt me again!

In contrast to Kylie's hurt anger, Ethan seemed to be calm as a cucumber. He brushed his sleeves but seemed no worse for wear. Turning his back to Kylie, he resumed his place on set. The director motioned for them to start the scene.

”Was I wrong to save you?” the blind woman asked with tears in her eyes. ”Quintus Anthony, am I wrong to like you? Am I wrong to want to be a hero like you, with you?”

Kylie found it hard to stay in character, now that she knew who the stand-in was. Every line that she said reminded her of everything Ethan and Dora had done in the video. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her lips quivered. She took a step forward and tried to pull Ethan's sleeve, but her hands paused in the air longer than they should have. Then, instead of lowering her hand, she took his hand into her own hand.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the blind woman's lips as she said, ”If… if I'm hurt in the same way… could you forgive me?”

Her expression never changed, but the grip on his hand increased in increments. If it hurt him, you wouldn't have known it by looking at him. His expression remained calm, in character.

Looking at the blind woman's angry eyes, Quintus Anthony's eyes darkened, and he covered her hand with his own. The blind woman froze. She hadn't expected him to do that.

”Why did you take your necklace off?” he wondered.

An ironic smile formed on the blind woman's lips. ”Yes,” she admitted. ”It was not the right size.”

”Forget the size,” Quintus Anthony said. ”Tell me if you liked the necklace.”