Chapter 89 What Are You Doing?

• He stroked his member up and down and was about to push inside when I stopped him on his stomach. Ethan's eyebrows knitted into a straight line, confused with why I suddenly stopped him from continuing. He looked annoyed when I sat on the bed, covering my body with the sheets. I looked in the other direction, unable to make eye contact with him. I don't know what's gotten into me. I would always let him take me anywhere in this house since it's just us who lives here, but I somehow don't feel comfortable all of a sudden.
• "Can you tell me what's bothering you?" his taunting voice echoed, causing me to glance at him.
• "I was just….tired," I said, but I know that's not the main reason. I closed my eyes and was about to leave the room when Ethan grabbed my elbow. My eyes widened, and adrenaline rushed into my system. Before I knew it, I had already slapped his face, which caused him to look to the other side. I covered my mouth with my hands, that was trembling.