Chapter 3

I was driving Ethan home.

My car was a top-of-the-line Volvo, but the high-performance SUV moved like a snail in my hands.

Ethan, who had been drowsy at the bar, was now sitting in the passenger seat, staring intently at me.

I felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"It's my right to look at my wife however I want."

I pouted, feeling a bit frustrated. "If you think I'm driving too slow, just say so."

"I don't mind. Slow is fine, safety first! We're taking our relationship slow anyway, step by step. You're off tomorrow, so we're not in a hurry."

Ethan patted my thigh. "I just feel really safe sitting in your car."

During a red light, I turned to look at Ethan.

He was truly handsome, the most good-looking man I'd seen in my 27 years of life.

Ethan had deep-set eyes, dark pupils, and long, delicate eyelashes. Looking into his eyes was like being drawn into an endless wilderness.

Seeing me staring at him, Ethan smiled mischievously. "What, are you mesmerized by your husband's good looks?"

I calmly asked, "Why were you so happy today?"

"I'm getting married to my little wife, of course I'm happy."

Is that so?

But Rosalyn came back today, isn't that worth being happy about too?

I stared at him intently. "Ethan, are you sure? About marrying me?"

"Of course! What, are you having second thoughts?"

I smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid you'll regret it."

Ethan suddenly sat up straight, looking at me with sincere eyes:

"Tina, you have no idea how happy I am to marry you!"

I smiled slightly, meeting his hazy, drunken gaze. I couldn't quite make out the depth of emotion in his eyes.