Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 66

On the way back, Phillip warmly invited Rita and Zander to hang out at the mansion. They couldn't say no, so they just tagged along. Naturally, Izzy and Ethan joined in.

Just after they arrived, Ethan dragged Izzy upstairs. Phillip couldn't help but chuckle, "Look at this lovey-dovey pair. They're so sweet."

Rita joined in with a laugh, "Yeah, young folks these days love their own space. Unlike us oldies, who prefer a bit of a crowd and a bit of buzz."

Once in the room, Ethan couldn't help but wrap his arm around Izzy's waist, furrowing his brows, "What's up?" Izzy blushed, glancing at the door to make sure it was shut tight. She still remembered vividly the last time they got caught in a heated moment. That was a disaster she did not want to repeat. She shot Ethan a look, "Why'd you drag me up here? The oldies are downstairs. They might get the wrong idea."

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Izzy was in a good mood and let it slide. She told Ethan about what happened with Emma, which only seemed to make him upset .

Izzy couldn't help but reach up to touch his face, and then her other hand followed suit. She slapped his face lightly, "Stop frowning, you look like an old man."

Ethan blinked, seemingly taken aback by her action. When he finally caught on, he squinted, "Old man?"

Realizing what she had just done, Izzy jerked her hand back as if she had been electrocuted. She stared at Ethan, not even understanding why she did that. It felt like something she had done a million times and just acted on instinct.

"Uh... just a slip of the tongue." Izzy tried to laugh it off.

The hand Ethan had around her waist made a slow suggestive move, then he asked with a teasing tone, "Have I been acting like an old man lately?" Izzy was all too familiar with that tone, she quickly shook her head, "No, no, that's not what I meant, Ethan, don't get me wrong." Izzy was naive in some ways, not knowing guys could be sensitive about certain things and wouldn't tolerate the slightest doubt.

"Oh?" Ethan's voice rose slightly, he had a smirk on his face, looking incredibly attractive.

"Where is your hand going?" Izzy suddenly squealed.

Realizing where Ethan's hand was heading, Izzy moved to swat it away. But it backfired, Ethan's hand landed squarely on her soft spot. She could feel his heat even through her clothes, and she let out a shout while she was frozen in place, looking at Ethan. Izzy was a looker, which had a lot to do with her smooth skin. She was 27, but her skin was still fair and smooth with no marks or pimples, just a faint fuzz visible.

"Izzy." Ethan's voice dropped lower.

Izzy tensed up, remembering everything that happened earlier. Her body started to soften, she was on the verge of tears, "Ethan, don't."

"Don't do what?" His hand remained on her chest.

Izzy was so irritated with him that her face turned red. She thumped his chest and turned her head slightly, "You know exactly what I mean."

Ethan chuckled lightly, saying something that almost made Izzy flip, "I have no idea. All I know is that it's getting late and it’s time for bed."

Well, you can guess what happened next. Izzy was so worn out that she could barely move. In her daze, all she could hear was Ethan asking over and over, "Do I still feel like an old man now?"

She didn't answer, so he kept teasing her. How could she resist? Finally, she shook her head reluctantly, "No, not at all."

Around 11, Izzy's phone suddenly rang.

Ethan shifted a bit and turned on the bedside lamp. Izzy scrunched her brows. He rubbed her back gently with one hand while grabbing the phone from the bedside table with the other. It was from an unknown number, he quickly hung up, then put the phone on silent.

Not long after, the phone buzzed again. Ethan quietly got up and took the phone out to the balcony.

"Hello, who's this?" Ethan's face was stoic, his earlier tenderness nowhere to be seen. The man on the other end of the phone was probably in his 50s or 60s. He was holding the phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He couldn't help but furrow his brows upon hearing a man's voice on the phone. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it, "Who are you? I'm looking for Izzy."

Ethan's face remained emotionless, and his voice revealed no emotion, "I'm Izzy's husband. She's asleep. Please refrain from calling at this hour in the future."

After saying that, Ethan hung up and blocked the number. He had business dealings with the Galeana Group, but most of the dealings were handled by Lucas. But he had met Hunter Galeana before and had investigated Izzy's past, so he recognized the voice. The person on the other end of the call was none other than Izzy's father, Hunter, the CEO and manager of the Galeana Group.

Ethan glanced at the peacefully sleeping Izzy, who had a small smile and a pink face from their lovemaking.

Since she didn't want to interact with the Galeana family, there was no reason for him to tell her that her father had called, so as not to add to her worries. He would protect her and prevent history from repeating itself.

What's the point of this man trying to reconnect after he cruelly severed their father-daughter relationship?

After the call got disconnected, Hunter tried calling again but couldn't get through. He frowned, if Emma hadn't mentioned it casually, he wouldn't have known that she had quietly come to A City, and even got married.

His own daughter got hitched and he was the last to know about it. Seriously, it was downright infuriating.

And today was supposed to be the day for the families to meet. Rita and Zander were the ones who showed up, but he was her real dad.

The kicker was, he had people digging around, but they couldn't find a scrap of info on her husband.

Hunter was getting angrier by the second. He swept his hand across the table, sending documents and a teacup crashing to the floor. The cup shattered instantly.

A middle-aged man quickly stepped in, crouching down to clean up the mess. He looked up at Hunter with concern, "Chairman, what happened?"

Hunter shook his head, "I'm fine, you can go." The middle-aged man gave him a worried glance, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he kept his peace and left the room.