Together Forever

Chapter 39

Evelyn's POV

It is already night and I haven't gotten out of my room since this morning's incident. Currently, I'm sitting

on the balcony staring at the starry night sky, something I do whenever I get tired of the emotional

burdens. The peaceful look of the dark enormous sky always calms me down and I don't know why.

Never had I thought one day would come when I would be brawling my mind because of a guy. I

always stayed away from guys but this time I didn't have any control over myself when I got attached to

Ethan.

God, what will I do now?

Even after everything, should I give Ethan a chance? Everyone deserves to love and like anything else,

people do change too. I don't know anything much about him. Maybe he didn't get anyone in his life Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

who could teach him what love is. Probably he didn't ever get love. That's why he's the way he's now. If

I think like this, my heart wants to give him a chance to prove himself.

But my mind interrupts. What if in the process of making him happy, I end up finishing every bit of

happiness in my life?

I just don't know what to do now.

I sigh as I close my eyes but my thoughts get disrupted by a knock on the door.

I open my eyes immediately and get off of the couch. I have to face him now. Living under the same

roof, I can't keep ignoring him.

I enter the room and walk towards the door before opening it.

There standing Ethan in his all-time sexy messy hair and kinda disheveled state. I budge my head

indicating him to speak.

He eyes me carefully before saying, "Evelyn, you didn't eat anything after today morning."

I would lie if I say I didn't get a bit surprised. Since when I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-anything Mr. Ethan

Jones started to worry about if someone has eaten or not?

"Uh… I don't feel like eating now." I say as I see his face falling.

"Oh."

"Good night," I say as I proceed to close the door since I don't really want to talk to him now but Ethan

holds the door with his hand stopping me.

He has a pleading look on his face as he says, "Can I come inside?" Looking into my eyes, he adds,

"Please?"

This man for sure knows how to melt my cold frosted heart. Now how am I supposed to say no though I

am kinda mad at him?

Sighing I nod and hold the door open for him. After he comes inside, I close it and turn around. Instead

of getting on the bed, he walks towards the balcony and I follow him. He sits on the couch and then

looks behind at me and pats the place beside him.

I move forward and sit myself down while he keeps staring at me.

I lean back and look up at the sky again, Ethan's eyes still on me. After sitting in silence for a few

minutes, he calls me,

"Evelyn?"

I look at him, "Yes?"

"I...I want to tell you something." He says nervously and I nod, knowing exactly what he wants to say.

"About Karla… I'm so sorry. When she was with me, I was a completely different guy who didn't care

about relationships. But now I'm not like this. I know I'm not a good guy but I'm trying to be. I don't even

know why Karla appeared here today. I know you're upset about this whole matter. I'm sorry." He says

with a sad look on his face.

"Ok...if Karla wasn't anything anymore, then why did you kiss her at the mall days ago?" I ask, raising

an eyebrow.

He looks away as he replies, "It was because I… actually I was angry at you seeing you with...uh Nick.

I thought he was your boyfriend and then..." He trails off.

"Then he was so fucking close to you. So I lost my shit and kissed her." He shouts. "But I know I

shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." He whispers again.

I nod my head suppressing the smile on my face at his stupidity.

"But why are you even telling me all this? I clearly told you before you don't owe me an explanation." I

shrug.

His jaw clenches as he answers in a high voice, "I do. I do owe you to tell you every freaking thing that

happened in my life because you have the right to know."

"And why is that?"

"Because you are my-"

I indicate to him to finish what he wanted to say but then he looks away and sighs.

"Nothing. Can we please stop talking about it? This shit already ruined my day." He says, irritated.

"Ok." I shrug.

He pauses for a moment and looks down, "But I'm really sorry."

"It's ok Ethan. You don't have to be sorry." I reply, smiling while he inspects my face.

He comes closer as he hesitantly takes my left hand in his. I shiver slightly as his hand touches mine.

He rubs his palm slowly on my hand looking down before squeezing it faintly. And then looks up

meeting my eyes, his face has a soft look.

"Evelyn, I know you can't believe me right away but I'm really trying to change. Those kisses weren't

fake, neither were those three words. I meant it. I know what happened today made you skeptical

about our relationship but I…"

I place my hand on him as I speak, "Yeah tell me."

He gulps and whispers, "I just want a chance."

It would be a lie if I say my heart didn't flutter hearing him. The thought that was irritating me for the

whole day really sunk down at his words. He wants a chance. To prove himself. The Ethan I saw when

I came here and now, I can't believe it. If someone told me playboy Ethan Jones asking for a

relationship, I would have never believed.

I was lost in thoughts when he snaps his fingers in front of my face. I look at him to see his questioning

gaze upon me.

I clear my throat, "Ethan, can I ask you something?"

He stares at me curiously and nods slowly.

"Uh...you...what about your family? I don't know anything about your family."

In the mention of his family, his face hardens as he looks away immediately. He leaves my hand and I

can see the hint of sadness in his eyes. It seems like he doesn't want to talk about his family. He never

mentioned anything about his parents ever or not anyone even came to visit him either. Maybe

something serious.

"Do you really want to know?" He enquires.

I nod.

He sighs as he starts to speak reluctantly, "I..."

"I don't have anyone." He says, reinless and my eyes get bigger as I hear him.

It takes me a moment to compose myself, "Oh...I am sorry."

He looks up at the sky slowly, his eyes are inflicting pain and hurt.

"We were a happy family. Mum, dad and me. My parents loved each other a lot. Being a housewife,

mum still helped dad with his business. Everything was going well. Until one day, they left for Australia

for a meeting. I was asleep when they left. When I woke up, I found a note which said they would come

back by night. I waited the whole night but they didn't come back. And the next day, I got the news that

the plane crashed."

I hold his hand again trying to console him as he continues, "I was just five then. And my world crashed

down. My dad's brother started to look after me and our business. But you know just a five-year-old

orphan and a big business. Who can resist the tempting chance to cheat? By the time I was 16, that

traitor already embezzled all the benefits of our business alone. At that young age, I had to kick his ass

off and take over this huge business myself. But I knew I could do it. I wasn't born to lose and I did

prove myself. I became the Ethan Jones I'm today."

He finishes and lets out a breath and looks back at me.

I just stare at him, awestruck. Like they say, behind every successful person, there's a backstory. How

much hardship Ethan had to go through. I thought I was so unlucky because my mum left me. At least I

had my dad who did his best for me. But for Ethan, there wasn't anyone. There wasn't anyone to love

him. He grew up all alone.

"You know what Evelyn?" Ethan says, "Maybe this is why I'm like this. I know I'm a fucked up jerk, a

playboy, cold-hearted ass. But what else do you expect? I didn't have anyone to tell me what was right

and what was wrong. When I cried, there wasn't anyone to tell me everything will be fine. I just did what

I wanted to. When I spent the whole night in the club being drunk, no one told me it wasn't a good

thing. And that's how it went. To the world, I'm a successful, hot, and famous billionaire. But behind the

glamorous veil of fame and wealth, I'm just a messed up guy who is alone." He says with a weak smile

on his face that just breaks my heart.

I move towards him and hold his face with both of my hands, "No Ethan, you are not alone. You are so

strong. I can't imagine what you have gone through. But you didn't lose. You are a winner. You are not

alone. I'm here." I tell him softly while he keeps staring at me with a gassed face.

He places his hand on mine that is on his cheek as he speaks, "You… you are here for me?" He asks

in a confused tone.

I nod, smiling.

"Will you ever leave me?"

"No, I won't."

"Promise?" He talks like a baby but fear of losing is evident on his face.

"Yes, promise " I grin, his face beams with happiness.

"Does that mean you forgave me for today?"

"Yes," I reply as he grins cheekily.

We are already close but then he moves his face closer and I feel butterflies in my stomach. I stop

moving as I see him smiling affectionately at me. I close my eyes and I feel his lips on my forehead. He

kisses me softly and then pulls back smiling.

God, it was so intimate.

I smile back at his happy face. I always want to see him happy.

"My mum was so beautiful just like you. Every night, I used to sleep on her lap. It felt so good when she

rubbed her hand through my hair and I slowly fell asleep. Otherwise, I couldn't sleep." He says happily

then suddenly his face falls again.

"I miss her. I miss sleeping on her lap. It's been twenty years and I don't think for one day, I slept that

peacefully like I did when my mum was there. I felt loved then." He whispers and I feel his voice

breaking.

I know how it feels to miss mum.

I am about to speak when I see him staring down at my lap with longing. Does he want to…

When he sees me looking at him, he quickly looks away.

I glance at my lap and look back at him with a smile while he's busy looking up at the sky.

I call him, "Ethan?"

"Hmm?" He hums.

"You wanna sleep on my lap?"