Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

Chapter 190

"Sorry, I have an upset stomach. I need to stay here a bit longer, but I think I'm almost done," Ethan said with difficulty. He seemed to be uncomfortable judging from the tone of his voice.

There was only one way in and out of the men's room, and Ethan couldn't have gone anywhere, so Janet didn't think too much about it. "I'll wait for you outside the bathroom."

After a slight pause, she pursed her lips and added in a concerned voice, "If you don't feel well, do you need me to look for some medicine for you? Maybe you ate something bad. Do you have diarrhea?"

But as far as she could recall, she and Ethan had eaten the same food that day.

"No, no, it's okay. Just wait there. I'll be right out." A very low sigh came from the other end of the line then Ethan hung up the phone.

Janet was idly tinkering with her phone when a tall and strong figure loomed in front of her.

It was none other than Brandon. He was wearing a black mask that covered his eyes and nose, exposing only his mouth and a pair of black pupils.

Startled, Janet nearly gasped, but she quickly recovered. "Good evening, Mr. Larson." Why didn't Brandon make a sound when he walked? He was like a ghost. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Without saying a word, Brandon nodded at Janet and strode into the men's room.

Janet instantly felt that something was off. Ethan was in the bathroom, too. She quickly dialed his number again.

Unbeknownst to her, inside the men's room, Brandon had just entered the second stall and was changing his clothes as quickly as he could.

Just as Ethan took off his pants, his phone started ringing again.

He quickly put on his pants and didn't even have the time to buckle up. Panicked, he fished his phone out of the pocket of his suit and answered the call. "What?"

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" Janet asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.

"I was washing my hands so I couldn't pick up right away." Ethan's forehead broke out in cold sweat as he lied through his teeth."

"Oh, okay. Hurry up." Without waiting for a response, Janet hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Ethan finally came out.

Janet walked around him and inspected his clothing. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, she asked, "What took you so long? Why are your clothes wrinkled?"

She could clearly see the creases on Ethan's suit.

Besides, when Brandon went to the bathroom just now, it took Ethan a while before he answered the phone.

Did something happen between the two of them in the bathroom?

When this thought crossed her mind, Janet frowned deeply. She asked Ethan in a roundabout way, "Did you run into Brandon in the bathroom? He went in just now."

Ethan could keenly sense that Janet was onto something. Although he wasn't sure exactly what she was thinking, he knew that it definitely wasn't something good.

He broke into a smile and put his arm around her shoulder, intending to take her to the dance floor. "No, I didn't. Did I make you wait long? Are you tired? Do you want to get something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry yet. You really didn't see Brandon?" Janet asked persistently even as Ethan nearly dragged her away from the men's room.

She kept looking back, paying close attention to the bathroom door.

Seeing this, Ethan stopped and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Janet took his hand and started walking back toward the bathroom. "Why are you in such a hurry? I just found out that the clothes Brandon gave me were super expensive. Let's wait for him to come out. I have to thank him properly."

Ethan pressed his fingers against the area between his eyebrows, feeling helpless. He could do nothing but follow as Janet pulled him back to the men's room, not knowing how to deal with the current situation.

After checking the time on her phone, Janet looked at the bathroom door and pursed her lips. "Brandon has been in there for so long. Why hasn't he come out yet?"