Chloe Marshall flared up. "Boss Ellsworth, look closely! I'm Chloe Marshall, not Jean Grant!"
He blinked a couple of times. "You are Jean."
"Let's go back. You're drunk, so drunk you don't even recognize people anymore." She had just started to get up when Ethan Ellsworth yanked her back down.
Before she could even react, he kissed her.
In a flash, Chloe Marshall was completely stunned.
His eyes were closed, and his hand held the back of her neck, not allowing her to move.
Chloe Marshall's eyes flew open as she stared at the face so close to hers: his brows, his eyes, his nose, his hair, and his flawless, poreless skin.
She couldn't breathe, holding her breath for so long her heart pounded violently in her chest.
Just when she felt like she would suffocate if she didn't take a breath, she pushed him away and gasped for air.
She was still panting, not having said a word, when he pushed her down again, sending her sprawling onto the sofa.
