Chapter 385

Sophia remained silent.

Ethan's disheveled appearance reminded her of an agitated wolfhound.

"How bad is it? We're going to the hospital." He hung up Zachary's call, his brow furrowed.

Sophia glanced at her bloodstained sleeve. "Just a scratch. I can bandage it at home."

Without a word, he scooped her into his arms and strode toward the apartment complex. Onlookers raised their phones, flashes popping like fireflies.

"Those videos—"

"Zachary will handle it." He cut off her concern.

Sophia squirmed. "Put me down. I can walk."

Ethan tightened his grip. "Keep struggling and see what happens."

The moment her feet touched the ground, the world tilted violently.

"Stubborn." He hauled her back against his chest, voice sharp. "And you thought you could avoid me?"

She turned away. "This was an accident."

"How many 'accidents' does that make?" His laugh was cold. "At this rate, you'll get yourself killed." A pause. "You're coming back to New York with me tonight."

"No!" Her thrashing tugged at the wound, drawing a hiss of pain.

Ethan pretended to release her. Instinctively, she locked her arms around his neck, eyes watering.

"Your own fault." Though his tone was dismissive, his hold gentled.

In the elevator, harsh lighting washed her face ghostly pale. His Adam's apple bobbed. "This isn't over."

"What if Isabella orchestrated this?" Her smirk was sardonic.

Darkness pooled in his eyes. "If proven true, she'll kneel to apologize."

Sophia feigned sleep. Last time, he'd shielded Isabella during the flowerpot incident. Why would this be different? This was just damage control to prevent her from calling the police.

Blood seeped through her sleeve, staining his tailored suit. He stared at the crimson bloom, knuckles whitening.