Chapter 234: Getting Caught
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I could hardly believe my eyes—there was Ethan, standing in the doorway like one of those dramatic plot twists from a cheesy spy movie.
His usually perfect hair was a bit messy from whatever antics he’d been up to at the gala downstairs, and those sharp blue eyes of his were narrowing at us, mixing confusion with what looked suspiciously like betrayal.
My heart was already racing from our little break-in, but now it felt like it was about to leap out of my chest and sprint for the elevator.
How had he gotten here so quickly? Had he followed us? Or was this just life’s way of slapping me with a reminder that my brilliant ideas often came with a side of chaos?
Probably the last one.
I stood frozen, mouth agape like a fish out of water, while Adrien stepped instinctively in front of me, his broad shoulders forming a ridiculous barrier that was part protective, part frustratingly endearing. It mostly made me feel like a male damsel in distress at that moment.
Ethan’s gaze skimmed over the chaos we’d created—the drawers flung open like they were the source of our frustration, the suitcase sprawled across the bed with its contents spilling out in a sad display of mismatched socks and wrinkle-free shirts, and finally, it settled on Adrien, who was glaring back at him with all the subtlety of a territorial cat.
The atmosphere in the suite thickened, shifting from tense to almost electric, like the air right before a storm. Ethan’s look of confusion turned sharper; his brows knitted together as he processed the mess in front of him, and I could see him piecing together just why his uncle’s room looked like it had been hit by a tornado named Noah and Adrien.
"Okay," Ethan said finally, his voice calm, but you could hear the tightness that hinted he was a hair’s breadth away from either laughing or calling security—or maybe both, given our luck. He crossed his arms over his chest, the fabric of his tux straining slightly on his athletic frame, and fixed his gaze on me