I Bought a Boyfriend, Then He Spent Years Looking for Me Chapter 05

I Bought a Boyfriend, Then He Spent Years Looking for Me Chapter 05

There was a chain around my wrist.

Over time, it had long since lost its shine.

It was the first gift Ethan Carter ever gave me.

When I was nineteen.

There was one week when I barely saw him outside of class.

He was rushing from one part-time job to another, working harder than ever.

On my birthday, my parents threw me a party at an upscale restaurant.

I had told Ethan Carter about it.

But he didn’t come.

I waited and waited until that evening, when his call finally came.

He said he was waiting for me outside the restaurant.

In the heavy snow, my boy stood tall and straight like a pine tree.

He looked worn from the road, just like I did today.

His yellow delivery jacket was covered in mud.

Back then, I understood nothing.

I only complained that he was too late.

Ethan Carter rubbed my head and said he had brought me a birthday

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gift.

The bracelet was a basic design.

It wasn’t expensive.

But it was still far beyond what he could afford.

I loved it.

I put it on right there and never took it off again.

Later, my parents called me and asked who I was talking to.

They didn’t like Ethan Carter.

They thought he wasn’t good enough for me.

When I turned back, Ethan Carter had already disappeared into the wind and snow.

…

Even now, when I thought of it by chance, at least when he was nineteen, Ethan Carter must have liked me.

That bracelet came from days and nights of his work.

Had he also rushed through the snow the way I had tonight, fallen, hurt himself, and still kept moving forward for that bracelet?

But now?

He was pressing me down, forcing me.

His home was filled with luxury items I used to like.

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Was he still unable to forget me, or was he humiliating me?

I couldn’t figure it out.

Before I knew it, my eyes were wet.

Ethan Carter froze.

Then he panicked.

He had never known what to do when I cried.

That part was exactly the same as before.

He clumsily wiped the corners of my eyes.

“Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

“I was wrong.”

“I was just trying to scare you.”

“Today is your twenty-sixth birthday. I bought you a new bracelet.”

“What?”

Even I had forgotten.

Today was my birthday.

Ethan Carter took out a new gift box.

“See if you like it.”

He was about to help me change the bracelet.

“Mia Sullivan, can we…”

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Before he could finish, the doorbell rang.

Lucas Grant stood outside, a cigarette between his lips.

“Where’s Mia Sullivan?”

“I’m here to pick her up.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m her fiancé.”

“She didn’t tell you?”

Ethan Carter froze.

The bracelet fell onto the carpet.