Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

Emma Johnson reluctantly let Ethan Carter's head rest in her lap, her eyes falling unobtrusively on the side of his sleeping face. Five years ago, she'd loved this man dearly, and now, even with Ethan lying in her lap in such an intimate position, her heart was no longer in the right place.

The car finally stopped in front of Ethan's villa, and Emma struggled to get him out of the car, and as soon as he entered the house, the servants immediately came to help."

"I've sent the young master home safely, I'll leave now."

Emma handed Ethan over to the maid, turned around and was ready to leave, but was gripped tightly by Ethan's arm. She frowned slightly, dissatisfaction flashed on her face, and tried to break free, however the man's strength was too great. "Don't go."

Ethan slightly regained some consciousness, slightly opened his eyes, a little pleading

in his tone.

Emma looked at him coldly, and even before he could refuse, his arms were wrapped tightly around him.

"Ms. Johnson, why don't you send our young master inside first.

The maid helplessly requested Emma to give her another hand.

"Okay."

She agreed somewhat helplessly, she had already sent the man back anyway, it didn't matter if she sent him inside. The maid tried to come forward to help, only to be pushed away by Ethan mercilessly, Emma had to help him in alone with great difficulty. Walking into Ethan's bedroom, Emma saw two pieces of clothing scattered on the floor, and couldn't help but guess that they must be Olivia Brooks'. She couldn't help but imagine what the two had been doing in the room, and her heart sank. Three Years to Love

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At this moment, Ethan's low murmur interrupted her thoughts, Emma came back to her senses, hurriedly poured him a cup of warm water, carefully fed him a few mouthfuls, and then tucked him in. Seeing that Ethan did not have any other problems, Emma understood in her heart, and then turned around and walked towards the

outside.

Just as she reached the door, Ethan suddenly stood up violently and dragged Emma's arm into his arms.

Before Emma's brain could react, she was pressed down onto the bed, her heart

clenched.

"No leaving!"

Ethan pressed heavily against her, his hot breath spewing in Emma's ear, the ambiguous air in the room rising suddenly. Her eyes once again fell on the clothes left behind by Olivia on the floor, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dissatisfaction in her heart, secretly thinking that the reason why Ethan was like this was because he must have thought of himself as Olivia.

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Emma took a deep breath and held back her discontent, but Ethan didn't move on top of her. The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she seemed to find the strength to push away the man who was on top of her, but Ethan, being drunk, was weak and not very strong.

Suddenly, with a muffled thud, Ethan was pushed off the bed in a blurred state of consciousness, hitting his head on the corner of the bedside table and instantly falling into a deep sleep.

Emma froze for two seconds, originally wanted to leave in a hurry, but on second thought, in her heart, if she did that, it would be too unkind, so she called the maid.