Chapter 176 A Man in Love

• There was a warmth that radiated from the pit of Ethan’s stomach when he had finished the bowl of French onion soup. Satisfied, he habitually retreated into his study and stayed there for a while.
• Having left the company much earlier than usual that afternoon, he had a couple of backlogged tasks to which he had yet to attend. By the time he set himself to clearing all the work, the clock was striking close to 2.30 AM.
• He pinched his brows tiredly, and upon feeling the light sheen of sweat that had broken out over the tip of his nose, he wondered if the room was getting too warm for comfort. He pulled out a piece of tissue and dabbed at his nose without much interest, but when he was about to discard the tissue, he paused.