Ethan Ellsworth's expression darkened. "Who taught you this twisted logic?"
Chloe Marshall smiled. "No one. I'm self-taught."
She hopped out of the car and jogged home.
Suddenly, only one drunk and two sober people remained in the car.
"What were you two doing at the hotel tonight? And why is he this drunk?"
"It was a friend's birthday party tonight. He just had a little too much to drink, he's not usually like this." Jean Grant seemed to be trying to protect Marlon Marshall's reputation.
Ethan Ellsworth scoffed. "Once a man develops a bad habit of getting drunk, it sticks. Let's just hope he doesn't take his frustrations out on you the next time he's drunk and upset."
Jean Grant shot him a look. "I knew it. Nothing good ever comes out of your mouth."
Ethan Ellsworth didn't argue. He pulled up to Marlon Marshall's apartment.
Jean Grant couldn't move the sleeping Marlon Marshall on her own, so she had no choice but to ask Ethan Ellsworth for help. "Can you carry him inside?"
