The Day My Ex Said He Was a Dragon Chapter 3

Waking up from my hangover, my head throbbed.

Usually at times like this, Ethan would have prepared a hangover remedy and gently massage my temples.

I sighed, raising my hand to cover my slightly swollen eyes.

Mom called to urge me: "Claire, what time is it? Have you left yet?"

"You're not backing out, are you?"

Her voice became hesitant: "...Are you still hung up on Ethan?"

Hearing that name, I jerked upright with a cold laugh. "How could I be?"

Why would I pine for some fake dragon who disappeared to who-knows-where?

"Don't worry, I'll definitely take tonight seriously."

I changed clothes, did my makeup, and arrived at the agreed location.

When I saw my blind date, I understood what Mom meant by "guaranteed satisfaction."

For no other reason than this man named Sebastian Young looked too much like Ethan.

With a little touch-up, he could pass for him.

But I hated Ethan and didn't want someone who looked exactly like him.

I ate listlessly.

Sebastian noticed my lack of enthusiasm and proactively suggested we finish the meal and tell our families we weren't compatible.

I nodded.

Sebastian was polite and interesting, but looking at that face that was eighty percent similar to someone else, I found it hard to talk to him calmly.

After finishing the meal and leaving, a clumsy server rushed out and nearly collided with me.

Sebastian pulled me back, shielding me.

Red wine from the glass splashed out, drenching him.

The manager rushed out apologizing. Sebastian waved it off, indicating he wouldn't pursue it.

But I felt guilty: "Don't you have something to do later? My place isn't far—why don't you come wash up and change clothes?"

When Mom was looking for prospects, she must have used Ethan as a template.

Not just appearance—even their builds were nearly identical.

I'd been lazy all evening, so Sebastian was surprised when I suddenly said this: "Would that be appropriate?"

"It's fine."

I smiled: "I live alone."

Sebastian didn't refuse again.

I brought him home and retrieved a brand-new suit from the closet.

Latest luxury brand, current season.

When those talent agents had approached, I'd asked Ethan what he thought.

He'd been quite interested.

That industry was notorious for trampling the weak and flattering the powerful. I didn't want him to suffer.

Who knew I'd given my sincere heart to an ungrateful wolf?

I bit down hard, barely managing to compose myself before walking out with a normal expression.

A heavy thud came from the bathroom.

Like something had been dropped in panic.

I hurried over just as Sebastian emerged from the bathroom.

His expression was peculiar as he glanced at me: "Sorry, Miss Ashford, something's come up. I need to leave."

I didn't know what had happened in those few seconds to make him leave so urgently.

I just held out the clothes: "Your clothes."

In our circle, appearances mattered more than anything.

This happened because of me—if it delayed his business, it wouldn't look good.

"No need."

His gaze grew even more peculiar as he quickly turned: "Goodbye."

His movements were so hasty, as if he were fleeing from something.

Was there a ghost in the bathroom?

Curious, I pushed open the door to look inside.

"Smack!"

All the clothes in my hands fell to the floor.

I stared in shock at the face I'd been longing for in the bathtub, my gaze traveling to the blue... dragon tail that nearly filled my eight-foot-long bathtub.

The dragon tail flexibly slapped the water, sending up splashes.

Ethan's eyes were red-rimmed: "I worked so hard to give you a baby."

"And you brought another man home..."

Tears rolled down his long lashes.

"..."

My mind went blank as I walked over.

I placed my hands on that thick dragon tail—cool and undeniably real.

"Ethan..."

You're actually... really a dragon-person!