Chapter 190
Chapter 190:
Ethan sighed, giving in. He carefully avoided the IV and used his fingers to apply light pressure to the irritated patch on her arm. “Does this help p>
The relief was immediate. Noelle gave a small nod.
While keeping the pressure steady, Ethan looked over at her. “Did you eat mangoes p>
She shook her head with theatrical emphasis, almost like a kid caught in the act. “No way p>
She wouldn’t go anywhere near mangoes—she knew better.
Then a thought occurred to her. Tilting her head, she asked, “Wait… you still remember I’m allergic to mangoes? I figured you’d forgotten p>
Ethan’s expression didn’t shift, but his voice carried quiet weight. “I remember everything about you p>
𝘙𝖾𝗮𝖽 o𝗻 а𝗇𝘺 𝘥ev𝗶с𝘦 𝗈ո g𝗮lո𝗈vе𝗅𝘴.𝘤o𝗆
Noelle blinked, thrown by the seriousness of his tone. “No wonder you’re still holding on to that bite from when we were kids. You never forgot a grudge between us p>
Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly. A grudge?
He almost chuckled—almost. Instead, he just stared at her, letting the silence stretch.
Then, without warning, he leaned in.
Noelle’s eyelids twitched. She instinctively tried to pull back, but she was already pressed against the wall—no escape. Her voice came out small. “Why are you getting so close p>
His eyes stayed locked on hers before drifting to her lips, which had parted slightly without her realizing.
His voice dropped, laced with teasing. “If I never forgot a grudge, shouldn’t I bite you back p>
Noelle’s eyes flew open in shock.
He wanted to bite her back?
Before she could respond, a sharp ringtone cut through the moment, snapping the tension. It was coming from Noelle’s phone.
Who would be calling at this hour?
She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. The caller was Monroe. Ethan saw the name too. His expression cooled instantly, his eyes darkening with something unreadable.
Using the interruption to her advantage, she pushed him back. “I have to take this p>
She answered quickly.
Monroe’s voice came through, polite as always. “Noelle, sorry for calling so late. I need a quick favor p>
Noelle’s brows drew together. “What is it? I’m at the hospital right now. Might not be the best time p>
“Hospital?” Monroe’s tone shifted—gentle, but clearly concerned. “What’s wrong? Are you okay p>
“Allergic reaction,” she said simply.
“To what? Is it serious?” he asked quickly.
Noelle looked down at the IV drip and replied softly, “I’m fine. Already feeling better p>
Still, a thought lingered—after all these years, Ethan had remembered her allergy without a single reminder.
Monroe’s voice returned, more urgent. “Which hospital? I’ll come see you p>
The room was quiet, and Ethan had obviously heard every word. His eyes never left her.
Under his gaze, she started to feel a little nervous. She glanced at him questioningly.
Ethan, still seated by her bedside, looked down at his hand, which had ended up trapped beneath her arm during their earlier tug-of-war.
Staring at his hand pinned under her arm, he spoke in a slow, unbothered tone, making no effort to keep his voice down—clearly ensuring the caller could hear every word. “Baby, my hand’s gone numb under you p>
Noelle froze.