Chapter 8 - Ethan Confronts His Blind Loyalty
Ethan turned around, his eyes scanning Naomi’s calm, composed face as if searching for cracks in an impenetrable fortress.
“You aren't just a housekeeper who took a self-defense class at the local YMCA, are you?” Ethan asked directly.
Naomi poured the coffee into a porcelain cup, her movements unhurried and entirely devoid of defensive tension.
“People carry histories they prefer to leave behind, Mr. Whitmore,” Naomi said quietly, pushing the cup toward him.
“My grandfather built this estate on brutal corporate warfare, but he always respected people who stood their ground,” Ethan murmured.
“Survival isn't about standing your ground; it’s about knowing when to walk away from the battlefield,” Naomi countered.
“You can’t walk away now; the press has your name, your face, and half the internet is trying to decode your past,” Ethan argued.
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“Then let them look,” Naomi said, her gaze steady and cold as winter ice. “A shadow cannot be hunted if there is nothing to catch.”
Ethan realized in that moment that he knew almost nothing about the woman who had quietly become his only anchor in a storm.
