His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 30: Ethan Sinclair, You’re Such a Bastard

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Ethan Sinclair, You’re Such a Bastard

When Stella saw that Kiana Sutton hadn’t gone to the cafeteria or was in the Planning Department, she immediately thought Kiana might’ve come to seduce Ethan Sinclair, so she hurried to his office.

If she really caught Kiana Sutton seducing Ethan in broad daylight, she’d rip that pretty face of hers apart.

The moment she heard Stella’s voice, Kiana’s body stiffened.

Ethan, on the other hand, wasn’t affected at all. He pressed down on Kiana even harder.

He even spat out wicked, hurtful words: "What’s wrong? Afraid Stella will see us?"

Kiana frowned, glaring at Ethan. She wanted to sign, but her hands weren’t free.

What she wanted to say: "If he’s not afraid, why should I be? Even if there’s no love between us, we’re still legally married."

"Brother Ethan! Brother Ethan..."

As Stella’s urgent knocking and shouting filled the room, Ethan finally ended the "battle."

He adjusted his pants, his cold gaze sweeping over the flustered Kiana as she hurried to dress. "I sent you to the Planning Department to work, not to seduce men. If you don’t want the job, then get out while you can."

Not even caring if Kiana managed to tidy herself up, Ethan strode over and opened the door directly.

Just as Stella was about to barge in, she saw Ethan’s cold, aloof face.

"What is it?"

"Brother Ethan, have you eaten yet? I wanted to invite you to lunch, and maybe talk about my sister’s situation."

As Stella spoke, her eyes kept darting into Ethan’s office, but Ethan was too tall—no matter how she craned her neck, she couldn’t spot Kiana.

"Let’s go."

"Huh?"

"Didn’t you want to have lunch?"

Stella was just making up an excuse; she hadn’t expected Ethan to agree. Instantly beaming, she nodded.

Yet before Stella could savor her happiness, Ethan’s frosty voice cut in: "From now on, call me President Sinclair at work."

There was no expression on Ethan’s face. Stella couldn’t tell if he was warning or reminding her. She pouted, aggrieved. "Sorry, I’m just used to calling you Brother Ethan."

"Habits can be changed."

Stella: "...Fine, I got it."

Back in the CEO’s office, after getting dressed, Kiana grew more stifled with every thought.

She saw some paper on the desk, grabbed a pen, and wrote a few angry words in bold letters.

As she was leaving, her hand accidentally brushed over the mouse. With that tiny nudge, the computer screen lit up.

If Kiana had left even a second later, or glanced back at the screen, she’d have seen that the screensaver was a picture she’d drawn: Starlight.

That afternoon, when Ethan returned, the first thing he saw was Kiana’s writing.

"Ethan Sinclair! You’re a complete asshole!!!!!!"

The oversized exclamation marks made it obvious just how furious she’d been at the time.

Ethan gave a soft snort, not even noticing the hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

He had thought she was this obedient, docile kitten. Has the little cat finally shown her claws?

...

Kiana hadn’t had time for lunch. By afternoon, her stomach was grumbling, and her mood was sour.

Of course, that was just when someone thought it’d be a good idea to mess with her.

"Kiana Sutton, here’s an event plan. I need you to finish it by this afternoon."

This was Winter Sheridan. Ever since Kiana transferred to the Planning Department, Winter loved to dump extra work on her.

Before, out of a sense of camaraderie, Kiana was always willing to help, rarely refusing anyone.

But the kind get bullied—in no time, Winter had lost any pretense of asking for help and just started ordering Kiana around.

She slammed the event proposal on Kiana’s desk and walked off.

Kiana watched her trot over to chat with Stella, and when Stella shot her a provocative look, Kiana picked up the proposal and threw it right back at Winter Sheridan.

She added a note: "Sorry, I’ve got plans this afternoon, so I can’t help you."

Kiana turned to leave.

"Stop!"

Winter called Kiana back, proposal in hand, and blocked her path.

"Kiana Sutton, you’re new here. We give you more to do because it trains you."

"Yeah, we all went through this. Otherwise, how would you improve?"

Amy Manning sensed things were getting tense and hurried over to play peacemaker. Pulling Kiana’s sleeve, she whispered, "Kiana..."

Everyone was staring now—their looks making Kiana incredibly uncomfortable.

Like she was just some newbie who had to obey the veterans—or else get labeled ungrateful.

Normally, Kiana was gentle and easygoing, not keen on fighting.

But that didn’t mean anyone could walk all over her.

Kiana’s eyes flashed. She picked up the event proposal, scribbled on a note: "I won’t finish it tonight. The earliest I can hand it in is tomorrow morning."

Winter’s face was full of smugness—she’d figured Kiana the mute wouldn’t dare disobey her anyway.

"This proposal will be used first thing tomorrow. President Sinclair is really counting on it, so don’t mess up."

Ethan Sinclair cares about it?

Kiana gave a little smile and nodded.

From the outside, it looked like Kiana had given in.

Heh. Some little newbie really thinks she can go up against us veterans? She must be looking for trouble.

Back at her desk, Kiana heard Amy say, "Kiana, those people—Winter and her crowd—are always like that. I was bullied too when I started, but after a while, or when new people join, their attention shifts elsewhere."

"So workplace bullying is just normal to you?"

"No, no, that’s not what I meant. Of course I’m against it. It’s just, you know how it is, newbies have no backing or experience. If we don’t go with the flow, it’s impossible to keep the job."

Exactly. Everyone says they’re against bullying, but no one actually dares speak up—they’re all worried about drawing heat onto themselves. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Some just hope that as long as the bullies pick on someone else, they’ll be safe.

If you don’t address the root of the problem, the number of victims just keeps rising.

Because Kiana was mute, she’d faced plenty of bullying growing up, but she never tolerated it.

This time was no exception.

If they’re dead set on picking on her, she has no reason to keep the peace for the sake of so-called harmony and swallow her grievances.

After work, Kiana rode her little e-scooter home as usual, but while waiting at a traffic light, she suddenly heard someone call her name.

"Kiana Sutton!"

Kiana turned and saw Stella’s proud, arrogant face in the passenger seat—and Connor Grant behind the wheel.

Only then did Kiana realize: this was Ethan Sinclair’s Bugatti Veyron.

The back window was tinted and up—Kiana couldn’t see inside, but she sensed Ethan was there.

"Looks like it’s about to rain. You think you’ll actually make it home on that thing before the storm hits?"