The Day My Ex Said He Was a Dragon Chapter 7

Aside from Ethan's extra dragon tail and a certain egg that was supposedly our child but only existed in videos, life quickly returned to its previous orderly state.

The songs Ethan had been preparing before he left were officially released.

His vocal range was vast, his tone uniquely gifted—ethereal and distant, yet extremely penetrating.

Unforgettable once heard.

The album cover was his photograph.

The ocean lay docile behind him, warm sea breeze kissing his clothes, his cold, distant aura softened to reveal something almost divine.

Like the lord of the ocean, with countless subjects behind him.

As soon as the album went online, it quickly spread among young people.

It barely needed any promotion—Ethan's name and music topped charts on every major platform.

Attention flooded in like a tide, and Ethan's momentum couldn't be contained.

Of course, my mother's side couldn't be hidden from either.

So one beautiful morning when I was having breakfast with Ethan and getting affectionate, I successfully received one knife-wielding mommy.

"Claire Ashford!"

She pushed open the door and roared furiously: "Didn't you say when Ethan showed up again, you'd make him into dragon soup?"

"I brought the knife—now hurry up and slice him for me to... see... see..."

"Clatter!"

My mom saw Ethan's dragon tail that he hadn't retracted in time. The German kitchen knife in her hand crashed heavily onto the marble floor.

At the same time, the dragon tail pressed against me trembled forcefully.

Ethan backed up several steps, his gaze complex and shocked: "You..."

"..."

I can explain!

On my left was my mother, dazed from shock, and on my right was Ethan, who was having a crisis of trust in me.

I simplified the language and quickly described the situation.

Mrs. Ashford, having navigated business waters for years, quickly regained her composure. She pulled a few phrases from her vocabulary system—"perfect match," "happily ever after"—and left with her kitchen knife.

Ethan politely saw her to the door, then heavily "hmph"ed at me before dragging his large tail back to bed, wrapping himself tightly in blankets with his back to me.

I rubbed my temples with a headache. This petty dragon was upset again.

Fortunately, this dragon was easily upset but also easy to appease.

It was just a bit hard on the back.