The Day My Ex Said He Was a Dragon Chapter 6

Although the night's events had been bizarre enough, the person lying beside me was the familiar Ethan.

I slept well for the first time in ages.

Though it was a bit strange to dream of a black egg with arms and legs chasing me calling "Mommy."

I habitually reached out to my side—the other half was empty and cold.

Panic seized my heart as I sat up abruptly: "Ethan!"

Had last night been just a dream from start to finish?

Had I been so lovesick for Ethan that I'd become mentally unstable and started hallucinating?

"What's wrong?"

The person wearing an apron pushed open the door and walked in, just like countless mornings before.

If not for the shimmering blue tail below his waist that even the apron couldn't hide, I might have felt like nothing had happened at all.

As if Ethan wasn't a dragon-person, and we'd never been separated for six months.

My gaze dropped to that beautiful large tail: "Your tail still won't retract?"

"It can."

Ethan lowered his head and said quietly: "But I wanted to show you my tail."

No one could refuse a tail, and I was no exception.

I skipped breakfast entirely, playing with Ethan's tail for half the day.

Until my assistant called several times reminding me about the morning meeting, I reluctantly left.

My assistant was waiting in the car. As soon as she saw me, she handed me several documents and began going over the day's schedule.

When she got to the evening arrangements, she looked hesitant: "Mrs. Ashford has arranged another blind date for you."

Mrs. Ashford was my dear mother.

I'd promised her I'd go on blind dates, so she must have arranged dozens of candidates already.

Yesterday's Sebastian hadn't worked out, so today there was a new replacement.

If Ethan hadn't come back, one meal would have been harmless enough.

But he was back, and I was the one in the wrong.

If he found out I was going on blind dates with other people behind his back, by tonight my house would probably be flooded.

I tossed this hot potato to my capable assistant: "Find a way to cancel it for me. Don't schedule any more either."

I hadn't figured out how to tell my mother the truth yet, so naturally I didn't dare tell her Ethan was back and we were together again.

Otherwise she probably wouldn't arrange blind dates for me.

Instead, she'd arrange an exorcism first, then ship me off to mine coal in Africa.

My capable assistant sighed. Taking people's money meant eating their humble pie—as a working person, it was hard to refuse.

She pulled out several psychiatrists' resumes: "These are some of the most authoritative psychiatrists."

"Hold off on that for now."

I set the resumes aside.

Last night I'd purely been worried my worldview would be shattered and I'd do something irrational.

But judging from this morning's situation, I was accepting it pretty well.

I probably wouldn't go crazy anytime soon.

I only told Felicity about Ethan's return.

After hearing the whole story, she was dumbstruck, taking a long time to recover: "Ethan really is a dragon-person."

Not just that—he'd laid a black egg.

Felicity blinked, her imagination running wild: "Could it be a phantom pregnancy?"

Isn't that a rabbit thing?

I asked: "How do you explain the egg?"

"There's a type of bird that does that, right? Specifically lays eggs in other nests."

Felicity argued confidently: "Maybe some sea turtle did it."

I was speechless: "So you're saying Ethan is a dragon-person who can have phantom pregnancies, and coincidentally there's a cuckoo-version sea turtle that laid an egg in his territory?"

Even nature documentaries wouldn't dare write that.