Loving A STRANGER 68 Chapter 68: Let's Talk

"Aiden, honey, forget the game. Let's talk."

"Sure, you can talk, and I'll listen." Aiden was immediately focusing on the game again. He found the female character who had been playing well; now, she was exploring again.

He followed her for a while. This female character seemed really bad at playing. Aiden planned to win her equipment over while she wasn't paying attention, but he had to be careful because of his previous failures.

Khloe saw that he was devoted to the game again and that he was ignoring her completely, so she decided to pretend that she was in pain. "Ouch!"

"What's wrong?" Aiden's head was still lowered.

"I probably ate something bad tonight. My stomach is a little uncomfortable…" At the same time, Khloe leaned against him, wanting him to rub her down.

But, unexpectedly, Aiden simply replied in the most perfunctory way: "Have more water…"

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Back at the no.8 seview room, the bedroom was filled with warm light, issuing from the bedside lamp.

Ethan made sure that the woman in his arms was deeply asleep, before he stepped away from the bed, and headed towards the window.

The standing man was like a sculpture. He stood there for a long time, with his eyebrows tightly knit.

Kylie's words in his ears, wounded him again and again: "The night is actually beautiful. You may try…"

The man's long fingers pinched at a corner of the curtain. Ethan took a deep breath. The curtain was thick and heavy. He could not have pulled it open even if he'd tried with his whole force.

The man's forehead was in a slight, cold sweat. His sharp eyes were harsh and cold.

The quiet room was like an entertainment center abuzz with activities: there was noisy music, and the sound of people amusing each other.

All of those noises made Ethan out of breath. The beast inside his chest struggled to get out. His fingernails turned white because of how tightly he gripped the curtain's edge.

After a long time, his arms fell down helplessly. Ethan breathed out deeply and turned to leave the bedroom.

Kylie was awake after midnight, with an unsound mind and stomach: she had eaten too much at dinner. She rolled onto her back and reached out her hand for the man's warm body.

She moved it left then right. But he was missing from the bed; the sheet was cold. She rubbed her eyes and sat up to see if Ethan was somewhere else in the room.

Did he not sleep in the same bed as her at night, instead of simply getting up earlier than her every morning?

Kylie was completely awake now and was puzzled by Ethan's unusual behavior. If he didn't want to be with her, why hadn't he been happier when she had proposed separate bedrooms on that first day?

Now it appeared as though he chose to live with her, but left while she was dreaming. Kylie turned onto her side and took out her phone from under the pillow. It was 4:30 am.

When the screen light came on, she saw that there was a message from Star.:"Habit is a horrible thing. It will help you see through yourself to the bone."

In Kylie's mind, although Star was a person of few words, he was nonetheless very outgoing. Seeing his message, Kylie felt that he was a little negative, and probably because he had encountered something unpleasant.

Kylie sent him a "hug" emoji and wrote: "You've encouraged me to face myself, and now it's time for me to encourage you to face yourself. I'll support you no matter what has happened!" Message sent.

Kylie felt another round of sickness inside her stomach.

"OMG, I'm coming down with diarrhea!" Kylie pressed her stomach down while she struggled to get out of bed. She rushed towards the bathroom, but… the door was locked when she tried to open it!

"Ethan, are you in there?" Kylie pounded on the door.

Seconds later, the man's charming voice called from inside: "Yeah." Then she heard the sound of running water. When Ethan had barely opened the door, Kylie rushed inside and pushed him out, closing the door behind him.

"I thought you were out, but you were in the bathroom!" Kylie sat on the toilet, feeling like she had been making a mountain out of a molehill. If Ethan brought her out for their honeymoon but didn't sleep with her, he must be sick or something!

Kylie finally finished, then sang a little song. When she was was.h.i.+ng her hands, she found out that the bathroom had suddenly become unusually clean.

Both Ethan and herself had taken a shower that night. However, there was no sign of water stain or any loose strands of hair. The bathroom was even s.h.i.+ning!

Such a clean and tidy bathroom was flawless, except for one small thing: the mirror above the washbasin was slightly unclear, and covered by a smidgeon of mist.

Kylie tutted, and wiped the mirror with her hands to get rid of it, complaining: "The hotel's service is really good. They even cleaned up the bathroom when we were out for dinner, but they missed the mirror. What a shame."

She jumped onto the bed and planned to re-enter her sweet dreams. But then she realized that Ethan had already changed.

"You're not going to sleep?" she asked.

"You neither."

Kylie looked at what Ethan was wearing with surprise on her face. Ethan, who always showed up dressed in a tidy suit, was now wearing casual clothes.

What was weirder was that there was a big picture of Mickey Mouse on his chest. His s.h.i.+rt was almost the matching piece to the sportswear she wore yesterday.

"What are you going to do?"

"Climb the mountain," he replied.

"No, I was asking about your style…" Kylie couldn't believe her eyes.

Ethan, in his formal suit, had an air of royalty, like he was superior to everyone else because he was a born king. But Ethan, with his casual look, seemed like an arrogant young man with irresistible charisma.

Whatever he was wearing, it matched him well. A big palm waved in front of her face to stop her from daydreaming.

"It's time to go."

"Now?"

"If we don't leave now, we'll miss the sunrise."

Ethan opened the closet and tossed out the clothing that Kylie was wearing yesterday.

"I wore it yesterday," Kylie said, reluctant.

The man was immediately annoyed, glancing over at her with his cold eyes. Kylie felt threatened and changed into the clothing as quickly as she could.

The air was fresh, and the serene mountain road made the early morning even more pleasant. Compared to yesterday's noisy surroundings, today's mountain was the perfect atmosphere for climbing.

Ethan exercised regularly, so he was able to climb to the top with a steady breath, but Kylie's feet were in pain halfway up.

"Short-legs. Move fast." Ethan didn't turn his head but slowed down his pace.

"I don't have short legs! My legs begin at my neck!" Kylie was angry and bent her waist, rus.h.i.+ng forwards. She abruptly jumped on Ethan.

The man had seen it coming and caught her steadily. He held her b.u.t.t with his big palms and kept walking ahead.

Kylie was lying on his back with her two legs dangling around his waist.

She bragged: "See? My legs are long enough to reach your waist. Whose legs are longer?" Ethan looked down at her dangling legs and smiled.

"Are you sure you want to compare your legs to mine?"