The Day My Ex Said He Was a Dragon Chapter 8

The whole Ethan disappearance had been a misunderstanding. Mrs. Ashford, who'd felt sorry for my "heartbreak" and deliberately lightened my workload, reverted to her ugly capitalist face.

Work piled up like a mountain. I lived in my office for two straight days.

After Ethan rapidly rose to fame, invitations poured in like snowflakes.

I had to work overtime through the night, and Ethan was terribly busy too. All told, we hadn't seen each other in several days.

That evening at eight, the project finally entered its final stage. I magnanimously gave the team time off.

Actually, I had selfish reasons—Ethan was coming home tonight, and I wanted to get back early to wait for him.

Just as my car pulled out, my phone rang with an unknown number.

Thinking it was a work associate, I answered, but Ethan's voice came through.

His voice carried some ambiguous panting and distress: "Claire..."

My heart tightened: "Ethan, what's wrong?"

Ethan's consciousness seemed very clouded. He didn't respond to my questions, only calling my name softly.

Without thinking, I had someone trace the call's location.

My assistant quickly sent me the address—Stadton Hotel.

But the restaurant where Ethan was supposed to have dinner tonight was somewhere completely different.

I gripped my phone tightly, suppressing the churning in my chest, and told the driver to go to that hotel.

When I arrived, Ethan was lying alone on the hotel bed.

Hearing movement, he struggled to get up, the wariness in his eyes vanishing when he saw me.

His legs, where dragon scales were faintly appearing, unhesitatingly manifested as a dragon tail at that moment.

"Claire..."

He reached out to me, his burning arms wrapping around my waist.

Ethan's body temperature was usually low, and his skin was cool even in dragon-person form.

If I'd only been suspicious before, seeing Ethan now confirmed exactly what had happened.

Someone had drugged Ethan.

He'd clearly been holding back to his limit, his light-colored pupils showing dark red light.

But he still restrained himself with effort, fine sweat appearing on his pale face.

It wasn't until he got my signal of permission that the suppressed dragon-person heavily swung his tail and turned over.

"Buzz buzz..."

The phone on the bedside vibrated, my assistant's name showing on the screen.

She must have already investigated and wanted to report tonight's situation.

My hand had just reached out when it was forcefully grabbed by another hand.

Ethan pressed down on my hand, his tail dissatisfiedly sweeping the still-vibrating phone away.

The phone immediately shattered into pieces, the call abruptly ending.

This bad little dragon-person showed no shame for his misdeed, demanding relentlessly.

Not until two or three in the morning did the satisfied dragon finally relent, transforming back into a docile little dragon-person.

I poked his defined abs, remembering what he'd said, unable to resist teasing him: "Is there a new little dragon-person in here?"

Ethan's face heated slightly as he shook his head gently.

He looked at me with focused attention, his tone serious: "Would you like a second one?"

I felt helpless—we'd need to have the first one first.

Recently, neither Ethan nor I had mentioned that black egg.

The so-called baby thing seemed like a joke that was quickly forgotten.

I was even starting to think Felicity's theory made sense—Ethan had a phantom pregnancy, and some unknown creature happened to lay an egg in his territory, which Ethan picked up.

Of course, I hadn't mentioned this to Ethan. I was afraid this dragon was still in his fantasy phase and would throw another tantrum.

I said casually: "Let's wait until the first one hatches."

Though that was probably a long way off.

Ethan seemed to think of something: "Do you really want to see our baby?"

To be honest, I was quite curious.

I wondered what would hatch from that egg.

Ethan looked thoughtful: "Then it will be soon."

I didn't ask what Ethan meant by "soon." After being worn out most of the night, drowsiness was setting in—I just wanted to sleep.

Ethan leaned close to my ear, saying seriously: "Tomorrow I'll give you a surprise."

This wasn't his first time preparing a surprise. I didn't think much of it: "Okay."