The Unstoppable Comeback Of the Unrivaled Ex-Wife-Chapter 431 - 427

Clara reacted as if she had seen a ghost and shunned a good distance from Ethan the moment they were in the room.

She listened to Shirley’s wail in disbelief.

"Ethan, you scum. Are you going to let her be like this? You are the infamous simp of the city... ahem, I mean the most loyal man. Why have you suddenly become so cold-blooded and heartless?"

Ethan crossed his legs and leaned against the door casually. He nocked his chin up a little and stared at the woman nonchalantly. "Didn’t I just make it very clear that you are my true love? Desolating my true love for the sake of an unworthy old flame is simply not worth it!"

"Bleurgh!"

Clara pretended to puke and punched the man. "You’d better stop," she growled. "I’ve just had breakfast. Don’t make me puke and waste food!"

’Haha! How hilarious. If I am Ethan’s true love, the Sun will rise from the west."

As the descendants of The Great Eight of the city, they had known each other since young. Though they had little interaction with each other, they would fight whenever they met.

Clara did not like Ethan’s lasciviousness, and the latter didn’t approve of her abstinence from love.

If Ace and Joanna got involved in their complicated relationship, it would be a disaster the scale of a world war!

"You are still the same person as I remember. You are a cold and unapproachable girl allergic to romance and unmoved by flirtation!"

The man shook his head helplessly. He walked to the bedside, pressed the intercom button, and said to Dylan, "Take good care of her. I don’t care how you do it. Make sure nothing about what happened today gets to the public. Otherwise, her career will be ruined."

"Yes, Master Ethan. Don’t worry about it. I know what to do," replied Dylan seriously and respectfully.

Not long after that, nothing was heard from the outside. Shirley was not bawling, and the crowd wasn’t chirping. Everything returned to how it was, as if nothing had just happened.

"Hmm, Master Ethan, it seems like you still care a lot about her. The title of the most loyal man of the city is undoubtedly yours..."

Clara teased Ethan as always but suddenly sensed that his mood was not right. Silent and with his head hung low, he exuded an aura of melancholy, one that was completely different from his usual playful self.

"Hey, what’s wrong with you? Acting depressed? It is not like your style."

Clara patted the man’s shoulder, trying to make him come to his senses. "Don’t be a loyal man," she mocked. "It’s better to be a scum. You’ll be happier."

"Is that so?"

Ethan raised his head slowly. His beautiful almond-shaped eyes were as bright as the shining stars as always, but the rim of his eyes was red, channeling a deep sense of sorrow. His eyes were enchanting when paired with his overly handsome face.

"Is-is it not so?" Clara stammered.

She admitted that she was fascinated by this guy for a moment.

Well, no matter which kind of man he chose to be, his face was stunning!

"Even you think that it is despicable and ridiculous for me to be a submissive lover, don’t you?"

Ethan stared at Clara, smiling very bitterly. "I never expected that I, a man who has had so many women, would end up like this the first time I loved someone dearly. Sincerity is such a worthless thing."

"What happened?"

Clara frowned in confusion. "Doesn’t she have her heart set on you now? As the top star, she disregarded her public image and cried so miserably outside just to win your heart back. What else do you want from her?"

Ethan remained silent, a deep melancholy still permeating his eyes.

"So, I would say that it’s not that sincerity is worthless, but it was you who wasn’t sincere. You are just unwilling to accept that you got no love in return. Now you’ve gotten it; you start to act cocky again..."

"What do you know?"

Like a bear that was being poked, Ethan lost all of his calm. His eyes turned cold, and he pushed Clara onto the big bed, sneering. "You’re an idiot in love and have no experience at all. Do you know what love is? Aren’t you a little too presumptuous to talk about it when you have never experienced it?"

"Who-who told you that I have no experience? I have lots, I..."

Clara looked into the man’s beautiful eyes, and her heart started to race inexplicably, and she stammered involuntarily.

’Hmm... I don’t have much experience in romance indeed. Even the only one I had was a bad one that is not worth mentioning!’

"Oh, you are in love?"

Ethan’s face turned playful, and his slender fingers gently brushed across the woman’s rosy cheeks. "Don’t you always say that you are not getting married nor having a child so that you have a peaceful life? You say that romance is something even the dogs hate, and you would rather watch other couples than look for a man yourself, so I thought you had to be a virgin. It appears, however, that you’ve secretly fallen in love with somebody. It’s really..."

He suddenly stopped talking, and his gaze turned complicated.

"It’s really what?" asked the woman curiously.

"Nothing!" Ethan shook his head and smiled. "I just think it’s a shame that the world has lost another pure woman."

"What do you mean?"

Clara pondered the man’s words and then said angrily, "Ethan, I find that you have such double standards. On the one hand, you are a playboy who likes to hurt pure women, but on the other, lament that women are not pure enough. You look young and trendy but are so old-fashioned in thinking. Since you are so concerned about a woman’s purity, why don’t you print a signboard about appreciating chastity? I wondered why you suddenly become so cold and ruthless to the female upstart that you single-handedly cultivated... so the rumors are apparently true..."

Ethan froze and questioned coldly, "What rumors?"

"The paparazzi published an article about you suddenly falling out with an actress after discovering you weren’t her first man. You were so furious that you have been avoiding her..."

Clara continued cautiously, "It’s 2024. If this causes you to abandon your love, then you are being too much."

Ethan felt much more relief. It seemed that the paparazzi still cherished their lives. They knew what they could and could not expose.

Upon noticing the man’s silence, Clara sighed. "You are quietly admitting it, aren’t you? We really cannot see things superficially. I thought that you were the aggrieved one, but it looks like it’s Shirley’s bad luck to have met such a conservative man!"

Despite the muck and mockery, he remained unruffled. He played with the woman’s hair with his long fingers and said deeply, "Who says I care about that? Compared to the inexperienced, I think that a slightly more mature person like you is more attractive..."