It’s not the first time Emma has come to Ethan’s house. He was often arrested before and locked up in a small black room to rush to paint.
It’s like a second company here. All her uncomfortableness disappeared the moment she stepped into the door, and she always felt that she would be locked into the study to stay up all night in the next second.
So, as before, she took off her shoes and ran to the kitchen habitually…
“What are you doing?” Ethan’s question came from behind.
The dissatisfaction in his tone made Emma shook slightly, “Making coffee…”
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