Chapter 63

**Chapter 63**

“Let go of me,” I said through clenched teeth.

“When are you going to stop pretending you don’t have feelings for me, Judy?” he asked, his voice smooth and tempting.

His dark eyes were filled with desires, sending a cold chill down my spine. “I know you still want me,” he said.

“In your dreams, Ethan,” I murmured as I pulled my arm free from his grip.

“You were…

“Look at you, watching us with those jealous eyes,” he said, holding my chin gently between his fingers and making me look up at him. “You can’t deny it.”

“I saw you showing off your relationship,” I replied, feeling a mix of emotions.

“I told him, ‘That was unsettling and unnecessary, especially in front of her little brother.'”

He responded with a mocking laugh. “Don’t pretend to care about the little brat,” he said, still chuckling. “We…”

“I’m not using him just to get into Gavin’s pants,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I added, pushing his hand away from my face.

“Don’t act like you’re not being deceitful,” he shot back.

Judy,” he said with a sneer.

I narrowed my eyes at him and pressed my lips together.

“You want to talk about being deceitful, Ethan? Then how about you explain how my dean found out about my dyslexia?”

A flicker of recognition appeared in his eyes, and I instantly understood what I needed to know. He knew exactly what I was talking about because he was the one who had done it. My assumption was right.

“I don’t know what…”

“You are talking nonsense,” he said, straightening up and giving me a sharp look.

I frowned at him.

“I don’t think I’m the one speaking nonsense,” I replied, shaking my head.

Judy was upset. “You told the dean about my dyslexia, and then he told all my professors! That’s why they’ve been treating me poorly all day!”

“Stop making things up, Judy,” came the reply. “I didn’t do any such thing.”

He growled and stepped closer to me. It was clear he would never tell me the truth. I hated him for getting involved in my education. He had no right to do that.

He got involved in a way that surprised me. Even though he didn’t have to, he decided to talk to my dean and share something personal about me. He said, “You don’t even need to be at this school. What are you learning here that you can’t learn elsewhere?”

“Why bother with the outside world? It’s a waste of time and money. The professors are useless. Come with me to the house I bought for you, Judy.”

He took my arm, gripping it tightly this time. It hurt a bit, but I could tell he was serious.

It was almost painful to watch. I was shocked by Ethan’s boldness in Gavin’s parlor, especially knowing that his fiancé was just in the next room. She could walk in at any moment and catch Ethan manhandling me. But right then, he didn’t seem to care at all.

Ethan seemed to have forgotten that she was living under the same roof as him.

“Let go of me, Ethan,” I said through clenched teeth. I tried to push his arm away, but he held on even tighter.

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**Chapter 63**

“Just give in, Judy. I know you want to,” he whispered. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pushed me against the wall. I felt trapped, my body pinned between him and the hard surface. There was nowhere for me to escape.

Panic surged in my chest, making my body tremble as he pressed closer to me. I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck. He inhaled my scent deeply and then exhaled, sending his own scent along my shoulder.

“I know you still want me,” he whispered in a deep, sultry voice. Not long ago, his voice would have made my heart race. But now, it only filled me with disgust and despair.

I bit my lower lip, trying to break free from Ethan’s grip. I wanted to create some space between us. “Let me go, Ethan,” I said again, my voice firm and threatening.

“You don’t really want me to let you go, do you?” he replied, a teasing tone in his voice.

“Are you?” he asked, his lips brushing against the back of my neck.

I felt a wave of anger boiling inside me. Just as I was about to push him away, the door to the parlor swung open. A new, commanding presence filled the room.

“What is going on here?”

The air felt thick with confusion as the words echoed in the room. Everyone turned to look at each other, searching for answers but finding none. Instead, they were met with puzzled faces and a sense of unease. What had just happened? Why were they all gathered here? The questions hung in the air, waiting for someone to break the silence.