Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 132

Because she didn't sleep well, she got up 20 minutes earlier than usual today. She stepped out of the bedroom to find the usual whole wheat bread on the dining table in the living room. Ethan was bustling about in the kitchen, and from the smell, he was frying eggs.

Soon enough, Ethan came out with the eggs, looked at her, and poured a cup of coffee in front of her.

"Eat up, Izzy, I still have another egg to fry."

As soon as he spoke, Ines sensed that his voice was slightly hoarse, showing signs of a cold. She just took a glance at him and bowed her head to eat her breakfast.

Ethan chuckled and went back to the kitchen to fry eggs for himself. At that time, his phone on the table rang.

"Izzy, can you answer the phone for me?" Ethan's voice came from the kitchen.

Without even looking, Ines picked up. A soft voice came from the phone, "Hello."

A woman's voice? Ines couldn't help but frown. She remembered that Ethan had few female contacts in his call history, and besides Ashley Meyer and his mother, she had never seen him call any other woman.

The person on the phone didn't hear a response and continued, "How's my brother-in-law been doing recently? I haven't been back to A City for a long time. I miss home and plan to come back in a few days."

Brother-in-law? Ines was stunned. She explained, "Miss, I think you dialed the wrong number. There's no your brother-in-law here." She didn't have a sister.

Hearing a stranger woman's voice, Silvia Caldwell was also taken aback. Afraid that Ines would hang up, she immediately said, "I didn't dial the wrong number. My brother-in-law is Ethan. Are you his new wife?"

Ines found this very strange and felt a little uneasy. She frowned and replied, "I am indeed Ethan's wife."

"Where is he?"

"He's in the kitchen making breakfast." Ines answered truthfully. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

After she finished talking, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. Just when Ines thought she had hung up, she heard her say, "Then tell him that I'll call him when I have time."

Ines couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "This is so weird."

She knew Ethan's number and could call him whenever she wanted. Why did she need to go through the trouble of relaying the message?

When Ethan came out of the kitchen, he found Ines holding his phone in a daze.

"Izzy, what's wrong? Who was it?"

Ines glanced at him and said a bit annoyed, "I don't know. It seemed to be an international call from E Country. The person called you 'brother-in-law' and said she would call back when she had time."

Ethan understood and gently ruffled her hair, "Don't overthink it, Izzy. That was my ex-girlfriend's sister. After her sister passed away and she was left alone, I sponsored her education. She got used to calling me that and hasn't changed it. I'll remind her to be more cautious next time."

Ines was taken aback by his candidness. The woman had once been an untouchable territory for him, yet now he could effortlessly label her as his "ex-girlfriend." Such a transformation was truly remarkable.

Did this mean he was gradually getting over his past?

Ines pressed her lips together and didn't say anything, but looked at Ethan seriously.

Ethan suddenly got nervous, "Izzy, don't get me wrong. No matter what others say, you should always ask me first. Don't believe other people's words easily, okay?"

Ines clearly noticed his nervousness and couldn't help but ask, "What are you nervous about? Have you done something to betray me?"

"Totally not! Let's finish our breakfast. It's gonna get cold."

Ethan didn't go to the company that day, but asked Lucas to bring the work home early in the morning and also drop Ines off at work.

When the door opened to receive the documents, it was Ines. After thinking for a moment, she vaguely understood why. Ethan probably thought that his injured appearance was not suitable for the public. Ines couldn't help but laugh and shook her head.

After work, Ines went to the hospital to get some cold medicine. When she got home, Ethan had already cooked a table full of dishes, all her favorites. Of course, she knew what he meant.

But she wasn't going to forgive him that easily.

The two of them ate dinner as usual. After dinner, Ines cleaned up the dishes, and Ethan also went into the kitchen, dried the washed dishes, and put them in the disinfection cabinet. Ethan still had some work to finish, so he went straight into the study after dinner. When he came out, he found the

blanket that he had brought back to the bedroom when Ines was not home at noon was back on the couch in the living room, complete with his clothes for shower and even cold medicine.

It was clear that Ines was still upset.

Ethan could only laugh and cry. He knocked on the door again, but no matter what he said, Ines ignored him just like last night.

In the dead of night, Ines was abruptly roused by a forceful pounding on the door. It took her a moment to register that it must be Ethan seeking entry. Amidst the muffled echoes, she discerned his feeble voice pleading, "Izzy, could you please unlock the door? I'm feeling rather unwell." Anxiety surged within Ines as she recalled his deteriorating condition earlier that afternoon. Without a moment's hesitation, she leaped out of bed and hastily swung open the door.

She saw Ethan leaning against the wall wrapped in a blanket, his eyes slightly open, looking very weak.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" Ines immediately reached out to feel his forehead.

Ethan leaned against her, his arms around her waist, "I'm not sure, I just suddenly felt uncomfortable and woke up. My head hurts a lot, my chest feels stuffy, and my limbs are weak."

Headache, chest tightness, and limb weakness are all main symptoms of a cold and fever.

Ines's attitude softened, and she helped him to the bedroom. As soon as his body touched the bed, he fell down, his eyes tightly closed. Ines frowned and then went to find a thermometer. As she turned around, the man who had seemed weak on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, full of amusement.