His Dead Lover Came Back I Asked for Overtime Pay Chapter 17

His Dead Lover Came Back I Asked for Overtime Pay Chapter 17

Zachary grunted and released me.

He staggered back, staring at Ethan, then at me, as if seeing me for the first time.

“You… you’ve always been his?” His voice broke, the light in his eyes shattering.”

These three years, your obedience, the way you looked at me was it all a lie?”

I rubbed my reddened wrist, quickly ducked behind Ethan, and switched to employee mode.

“Mr. Zachary, we’re all adults.

I work for money – mixing feelings into it just complicates the paycheck.” I poked my head out. “Besides,

you only saw Lynn through me, so we’re even. I wish you and Miss Moore a lifetime together. Stay away from

me.”

Zachary shook violently, as if drained.

He stared at me, his eyes bloodshot, his lips trembling.

Finally, like a beaten animal, he turned and stumbled off the terrace.

I let out a long sigh. “Mr. Collins, did I do okay?”

I looked at Ethan, eyes sparkling. “He left bruises – that’s work-related, right? And that line you delivered –

so badass. He’ll definitely give up on me now.”

I eagerly awaited praise, but Ethan wasn’t looking at me.

He stared at the red marks on my wrist, his eyes dark. Then he suddenly pulled me into his broad, warm

embrace.

I bumped into his hard chest, the scent of pine filling my nose.

“Mr. Collins?” I stammered, my heart skipping a beat. This wasn’t in the script.

Ethan looked down, his warm breath brushing my ear.

“Do you think everything I said to Zachary was just for show?”

He sighed helplessly, his long fingers gently stroking the marks on my wrist.

“When will you ever think about anything other than money?”

He chuckled softly. “Let’s go home.”