Finally, Jean Grant said, "Ethan Ellsworth, if you dare touch me, I'll bite my tongue and kill myself."
He stared at her for a long moment. "Jean, do you really dislike me that much? Not even a little bit?"
She met his gaze. "That's right. I don't like you at all. Not one bit. In fact, I'd rather not see you. I hope you'll stop appearing in front of me. I'm absolutely set on marrying Marlon Marshall and no one else, so don't waste your effort. Just save it."
He slowly released her, his heart numb with pain. His gaze was distant and far-reaching. "Marrying him, betting your entire life's happiness on him... Jean Grant, are you really sure about this?"
"Ethan Ellsworth, you've known my brother for so long. For my brother's sake, I'm sure you'll wish us well, right? This is my choice, and I don't regret it. Even now, I still don't like you. Forcing me to be with you... you must think it's ridiculous too, don't you?"
