Chapter 28

Book:The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter Published:2024-5-1

I sent him a menacing glare. “You wish, Evans,” I muttered, shoving him aside to hobble up to his level. My ankle was probably sprained and it would be better if I just made it to my bedroom at the earliest.
I looked at him in the eye. He may have been a bit intimidating at the dinner table when I had my first dinner here, but not anymore. He had changed into a black shirt and grey sweatpants and his hair looked wet and disheveled. It was clear he had recently taken a shower. Oh, so maybe he was in the shower when I rudely barged into his room.
“Were you the one who spread shampoo all over my bathroom floor?” I asked calmly, waiting for his reply, which he did with a question of his own.
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
“No,” I said flatly, finally showing him his locket by dangling it in front of his face. He snatched it from my hands, muttering a “shit” under his breath.
“Then yes, it was me. What’re you going to do about it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me as he put on the locket.
My fists balled up in anger. My ankle was throbbing with intense pain which made me want to cut it off. Okay, now was not a good time to bicker with this kid. I better walk off and rest. And after my ankle is healed, I can get back at him.
“You better watch your back,” I said slowly. And without another glance, I started hobbling up the stairs. I heard him laughing behind me and I decided to ignore it. I wanted to get to my room as soon as possible. But it was easier said than done.
I had to ensure I wasn’t putting too much pressure on my ankle, which meant I had to try to walk without the use of my other foot at all. And how the hell was I going to do that? I had no idea.
“What happened to your ankle?” I suddenly heard Ethan speak near my ear and I almost jumped as I didn’t hear him get close to me.
“Why don’t you ask yourself? Did you think that I was going to fly over that stupid shampoo?” I said, finally managing to at least step one step up the stairs. God, did that take me too long. With this pace, I was sure I wasn’t going to reach my room until tomorrow morning.
He chuckled. “Whoops. You need some help there?” He asked and I nearly fell off the step I had just taken.
“What?”
“I think you need some help getting to your room,” he said again.
“Whoa, what? You’re offering to help me?” I asked incredulously.
He rolled his eyes at me. “I didn’t mean to sprain your ankle. I just wanted you to slip and fall.”
“Wow, and that was not painful, right? Well, congratulations, you not only made me fall on my butt, but also gave me a sprained ankle which hurts!” I seethed.
“At least I’m helping you get to your damn room. I’m sure you wouldn’t have done that if our places were switched.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but shut it when I realized it was probably true.
“Whatever. It will always be you who will provoke me to do that. I wouldn’t be the first to do anything like this which could have hurt you physically.”
“There is no other way you can hurt me other than physically. Now stop talking. Or I won’t help you,” he said, grabbing my hand which was on the wall and keeping me upright. As he grabbed it, I lost my balance and crashed into his chest.
“You’re heavy,” he muttered and I lightly hit him in the chest. “And a little violent.” I furrowed my eyebrows and hit him again, hard. “Correction; very violent.”
“Shut up. You can leave. I don’t want your help.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he replied.
“A hard kick between your legs will definitely help me sleep at night,” I shot back.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Do you want me to push you off the stairs?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Oh trust me, I would.”
I decided to not push it further. I didn’t know exactly what kind of a person he was and if he was capable of making me fall on my butt and sprain my ankle then he would be very much capable of pushing me down the stairs. And there were no witnesses too who’d come to my rescue. So I just kept quiet.
He put one arm around my waist and made me place my arm around his neck. After taking a step, he decided that was not a very good position because in order to not put much pressure on my ankle, I was half choking Ethan to death by putting that pressure on his neck which my arm was around.
“Are you trying to kill me?” He asked as he removed my arm and grabbed me by my waist. Okay, I was starting to feel uncomfortable in such close proximity with him.
“It wasn’t intentional,” I said simply. “Although I would have loved to do that but considering the circumstances I’m in, I don’t think it’s a really good idea. Who’ll take me to my room?”
“So you admit you want my help?”
“I never said that.”
“It was implied.”
Not knowing what to say, we just stared at each other for about ten seconds until at last I broke the silence and the stare down. Okay,? now? I was very uncomfortable in such close proximity with Ethan.
“Take your hands off of my waist,” I said, looking down at both his hands which were resting on my waist.
Instead of what I expected, he did the opposite. He pulled me closer to him and I held my breath.
“Not so soon,” he whispered in my ear and before I had time to comprehend, I was swiftly swung into his arms.
My hands instantly wound around his neck and he adjusted me in his arms so I wouldn’t fall off.
“Put me down,” I said, struggling in his arms.
“I’ll drop you down,” he said.
“Shut up.”
“You shut up. Or I’ll really drop you down.”
I silently seethed in rage and let him carry me to my room. He really might drop me down. I didn’t trust him.
He carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom, kicking the door open for us to enter.
“Your room is hurting my eyes. Pink curtains, huge pink teddy bears, pink pillows, pink table ew.”
“You may leave now,” I said.
He shrugged. “Okay, you ungrateful brat,” he said and threw me in my bed. Like really he literally threw me in my bed.
Just when I thought he had left, he had to grace my ears with his annoying voice. “Oh, and Juliet,” he said and I turned my head to look at him.
“What?!”
“I always win. You may have won the match today. But I’ll win this war going on between us since we were five,” he said, winking at me before he left.
There was a war between us?? Of course,? the? prank? war.
I wasn’t that stupid to figure out he’d take this for a prank war. When I met him, I had accidentally thrown him into the pool. Considering the history he had with Juliet, it didn’t take a genius for me to figure out that Juliet and him had often had such prank wars. And then I had kicked him in his pintle. Of course, he’d think that it was to get back at him, only that it really wasn’t. It was an accident too. And this was what he had done to get back at me for that. Fall for fall. Pain for pain. Real mature of him.
I groaned into my pillow. Whether it was because of this silly prank war or the intense pain in my ankle, I couldn’t tell. I guess it was a bit of both.