Chapter 658: Still Hung Up On Her

Chapter 658: Chapter 658: Still Hung Up On Her

"How could it be so serious..." Ivy Tanner’s heart clenched with worry. She instinctively rested a hand on her stomach. "She’s pregnant. Nothing can happen to her..."

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The news of the Fifth Master of the Rhodes Family proposing to Third Miss Tanner hit the headlines that very night. Amidst heated discussion from netizens, the story shot to the top of the trending charts. Of course, Ethan Kingsley had also secretly paid to boost its visibility, making sure the topic didn’t lose steam.

When netizens saw this seemingly random couple get together, they all chimed in with their own comments.

[The Smiling Yama is marrying a fool? What kind of bizarre move is that?]

[This has to be fake. It’s definitely fake!]

[Stop guessing. The Rhodes Family must be partnering with the Kingsley Family. Otherwise, only a f*cking idiot would marry a f*cking idiot.]

[A retard marrying a cripple. Sounds like a perfect match to me.]

[To the commenter above: Don’t be so nasty. It’s a good thing they’re getting married. What’s there to be so salty about?]

[Just sitting back and watching all the salty people show up...]

Ivy Tanner never browsed Weibo, and Lucas Rhodes wasn’t interested in that sort of thing either. They were unaware of these online comments, and even if they had known, they wouldn’t have reacted.

However, one person couldn’t hold back.

Ethan Kingsley posted a single sentence on his personal Weibo: My Little Cutie has finally found someone she likes, and I don’t know why, but a part of me can’t bear to let her go.

The accompanying picture was a photo of him and her together from their childhood.

At that time, he was 18, and she was only 10.

Staring at her in the photo, Ethan Kingsley grew more and more agitated, his irritation spiraling into a frenzy.

He shot to his feet, walked into the kitchen, and took a bottle of liquor out of the fridge.

Returning to the living room, he sat on the sofa and started chugging the liquor straight from the bottle...

He couldn’t pinpoint the reason; he just wanted to get blackout drunk.

He lost track of how much he drank. Several empty bottles littered the floor, and Ethan Kingsley lay there too, a boneless heap on the ground, drifting in a stupor somewhere between drunk and sober.

The living room door suddenly opened, and Corinne Linden walked in. She immediately smelled the strong stench of alcohol.

When she saw the dead-drunk man on the floor, her heart lurched. She hurried over, sat down beside him, and took his arm.

"Ethan, are you okay?"

"Little Cutie, is that you...?" Ethan Kingsley slowly opened his eyes. He thought he saw her face, but it wasn’t. Disappointed, he drunkenly pushed her hand away.

Corinne Linden’s heart ached with bitterness. She gritted her teeth and said, "You really are still hung up on her!"

Ethan Kingsley gave her a lazy glance, the corner of his mouth curling into a wicked smile. "This is why I don’t like overly clever women. You think about too many complicated things. It’s incredibly boring."

Hearing this, Corinne Linden’s anger flared. She shoved him forcefully back onto the floor. "If you don’t like smart women, then go get that idiot back! What do you mean, pushing her to another man and then acting like you can’t let her go?"

Ethan Kingsley chuckled, his body shaking with faint laughter. Looking at her bitter, resentful expression, he found the situation even more ridiculous. "You can’t compare to my Little Cutie. You’re not even a fraction of what Claire Sinclair is."

"What did you say?" At that moment, Corinne Linden felt the overwhelming urge to break up with him on the spot.

Ethan Kingsley slowly shifted his gaze away from her, staring up at the ceiling. Though his voice was lazy with drink, his tone pierced her straight to the heart.

"I told you from the beginning. In this arrangement of ours, don’t ever hope to win my heart. I will never fall in love with you."

"..." Corinne Linden was heartbroken. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over.