ETHAN IS MY HUSBAND
“What…no…no, what are you doing, Tyler?” I asked, my eyes flared in shock as I watched him.
He sighed, his hands around the steering wheel tightening as he clenched his jaws.
“I’m trying to help you, Leah.
I cannot send you home like this.
Ethan, would not care if you were on the verge of death.
He tried to—“
“Ethan is my husband, Tyler.
And you’ll address him properly,” I growled jerking up with the seat belt still wrapped around me.
His jaw locked hard, yet he said nothing to my comment.
“Don’t think too much about it,” he breathed after a moment of silence.
“I just wanted to make you more comfortable, Leah.
You were shaken up back there.
And then, taking you to a hospital, in a room filled with strange people would make matters worse.”
“What are you trying to do, Tyler?
I’m a married woman,” I scowled my tone hard with a warning, noticing his behavior today was strange.
Letting out a gush of air from his lips—his eyes never darted away from the windscreen of his car as he drove.
“Lo

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