Chapter 207

Ethan Roscente's gaze turned dangerously icy. The bodyguard immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

Zachary Evans was right—the boss was destined to die alone.

The bodyguard thought bitterly to himself.

The man had a perfectly good mouth, yet he refused to speak like a human being. All he knew was how to glare and throw tantrums.

No wonder Sophia Lowell wanted nothing to do with him.

Even he wouldn’t tolerate such an insufferable, stone-hearted man.

Ethan stared at his reddened knuckles, the emotions churning in his chest no longer containable. He dialed Jason Roscente’s number. "Meet me in the boxing room."

"???"

Jason, who had been about to return to campus to write a self-criticism, was utterly confused.

Why the sudden demand to spar?

Sophia reacted instantly. "Don’t go! He’s going to beat you up!"

Jason hung up in sheer panic.

Holy hell!

That was a close call.

He slammed on the accelerator. As long as he made it back to his dorm, he’d be safe.

The abrupt disconnection darkened Ethan’s expression. He gripped Sophia’s chin. "Protecting him now?"

"What else?" she sneered. "Watch you lose control again?"

Her breathing was uneven, her eyes filled with mockery. "Ethan Roscente, what else are you good at besides taking your anger out on others?"

The disdain in her gaze cut deep. His grip tightened, his words laced with venom. "Sophia, you certainly have a habit of shielding men. First Sebastian Valdemar, now Jason. Who’s next? That brat Tyler Roland? Even children aren’t safe from you. Your tastes are… unique."

Sophia’s pupils contracted sharply. Her nails dug into her palms.

She saw Tyler as a younger brother. Yet Ethan could say something so vile.

How was he any different from William Valentine and his daughter?

In his eyes, she had always been beneath contempt.

She turned her face away. "Since that’s how you see me, let me out. I wouldn’t want to dirty your car—I can’t afford to pay for the cleaning."

Ethan released her, disgusted. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers as if they’d touched something filthy.

The handkerchief was tossed carelessly to the floor.

Sophia stared at it, feeling as though her dignity had been trampled just the same.

She blinked away the moisture in her eyes and flashed the bodyguard a bright, artificial smile.