No Place for Us

He was looking at me!

Was he not?

Bella was still happy about Ethan looking at her for a second.

"So he was as fine as the legend told."

"Just listen to that voice. It sounded like a chant. It had that holy power to keep ringing in your head."

"What kind of lady do you think he likes?"

"Anything but someone like you. I hope he likes my type."

Someone rolled her eyes.

The crowd of beauties glued their eyes to him while chattering. They were so afraid to miss a single second of enjoying his fine look.

The conference passed in the blink of an eye. As Ethan left the stage, he paused again in front of Bella. She could almost see him smiling at her.

"Did someone see that? Is he into me?"

Bella started to blush. As she watched him leaving the room, her heart raced like crazy.

"Of course, it wasn't just me.

He looked at me, and he even smiled.

Hooray!"

Bella covered her face and laughed.

"Is she alright?"

The lady next seat looked at her as if looking at an ape in heat.

"Yeah, she just had a heart attack for that guy,"

another lady commented with a glance at Bella. She then left in disdain.

"Did you know that lady just now?"

Mike was his secretary. He always had the eye out to observe everything around Ethan every day.

Ethan didn't say a single word, but that suppressive aura around him was already at work. He had an indescribable expression on his face.

Well, that was Ethan. If you ever asked him something and got nothing in reply, it would then be suicide if you had the balls to ask him the same thing again. Seeing him like this, Mike knew better than adding anything.

"Are we heading back to the office or..."

As they got back to the car, Mike still had to abide by his decision. Otherwise, it would then be yet another round of roasting.

Ethan stared at his watch. Everyone at the conference was having lunch, and it was high time for a break. He wondered whether Amelia got anything to eat. As she saw Bella just now, he couldn't help thinking of Amelia.

"Get off,"

Ethan ordered. Mike then quickly got up and had Ethan drive himself.

As Ethan started settling down on the driver's seat, Mike looked at him with great bewilderment.

"Wh-what about me..."

Ethan glanced at him and replied, "Get a ride yourself." Then he drove away.

"Where was he going?

He wasn't off to the office, and he didn't allow anyone to follow him,"

Mike let out a sigh and got on the guards' van.

Amelia sat down on the couch in the living room and held out the remote for the TV set. She was but a girl fresh out of college, so she loved dramas, sitcoms, and melodramatic love stories. Yet for the moment, she was watching a movie about business. She was trying to get a sense of revenge from it.

As she was into the movie, the door swung open, and Ethan walked in.

"How come you're back?"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm not hungry, though."

Ethan glanced at the screen, yanked her remote, shut the TV set, and said, "That thing doesn't feed you, you know?"

Amelia paused for a second and asked, "Well, did you have something?"

"Nope. Let's eat out somewhere."

Amelia looked at him stupefied, "Aren't you gonna run late for the afternoon?"

Ethan checked the time, and sure enough, it was only half an hour from the shift. He then smiled, "We're having a day off."

"A day off out of nowhere?

That's quite a nice company," she thought.

"Huh. Great, then. What are we eating?"

"You'll see."

"Are you sure about dining here? I'm all alone now."

Outside Chinchol Manor, Amelia tugged on Ethan's sleeve. She felt that they had gotten to the wrong spot. They were but ordinary employees. There was no way they could afford the time and money required for a meal here.

Ethan froze for a second, looked back at her, and drew her in.

"Help yourself order anything you like."

"Do you own the place?"

Ethan felt somehow surprised. How did she know that?

He stared at Amelia in confusion.

Amelia then hurriedly explained, "I mean, this isn't something for people like us, you know. Do you know how expensive things are here?"

It seemed as if Ethan got what she was trying to say. He stopped looking confused, smiled at her, and nodded.

"It's just a meal. We can afford that much,"

he pushed the menu to Amelia with a serious air.

"Good. At least you're not stingy."

Amelia then picked up the menu, ordered some simple dishes with a smile, glanced at Ethan, and handed the menu back to the waiter.

Ethan tapped on the table and wondered whether she ordered a ton of food to revenge herself.

"It's among the cheapest stuff here. Chill. You're my everything now, after all,"

she said and took a sip of her juice. She said it almost in a whisper, but Ethan still got everything.

"I always thought someone like you would be way more lavish than this. You're quite good with your money, eh?"

That sounded off to Amelia. In her mind, Ethan was about the only one who would be there for her, even though their marriage mattered nothing to him.

"So I'd say you didn't order anything among the special here. I'll go check on the menu and get us something else."

As Amelia watched her unfamiliar husband go, she couldn't figure out what she felt about him. He did try to treat her well for sure.

"Are you alone, miss?"

A drunk mid-aged man showed up in her face. His golden chain dangled from his neck, and his huge rings clattered on each other as well as with the stained bottle he held.

Little did Amelia expect that such a drunkard would show up around the classy place as well.