Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

The gazes of the crowd instantly gathered on her, revealing expressions of amazement.

but

Emma Johnson felt a little embarrassed; the smile on her face froze for a moment, she soon composed herself and greeted everyone with a smile. Just then, Emma noticed a strong gaze. She raised her head and immediately met a pair of deep black. eyes, causing her he She knew that she might meet Ethan Carter again after returning home, but she didn't expect it to be so soon.

Ethan's eyes flashed with surprise. Aside from some familiar features, Emma was completely different now. The woman who was once gentle and virtuous with a plain face had transformed into a hot designer, bright and attractive, unable to hide the radiance emanating fro Ethan walked towards Emma, as his goal tonight was to sign the returning gold medal designer, Alin.

Emma watched as he stepped closer. Ethan's innate authority caused her to back away until her legs hit the table. She stopped, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

Ethan soon stood in front of her, looking down at her. Emma's fists clenched, and a formulaic smile rose to her face. "It's been a long time, Mr. Carter."

A familiar voice, but with an unfamiliar tone,

Ethan sensed that her tone was detached. Her eyes had changed, looking at him as if he were a stranger, making him feel a little uncomfortable. But it didn't matter to him; after all, Emma was nothing more than a heartless ex-wife. "Are you Alin?" he asked.

Emma smiled and replied, "Yes, I am."

"Care to come work for Carter Corporation? Five million dollars a year."

Alin had quickly stood out among designers in the United States over the past two years, with her wild imagination and unique style. She had won numerous design awards and become the youngest gold medal designer.

It's only natural that Ethan would want to recruit her.

But Emma refused. "Mr. Carter, your offer is very generous, but I already have a job in France. Sorry."

Ethan was a little disappointed but didn't say anything else. He turned around and left.

Only when he was gone did Emma's stiff body slowly relax, and she let out a deep breath.

"Em, do you and Ethan know each other?" Summer Thompson appeared out of nowhere with a piece of cake in her hand.

Emma didn't know whether to nod or shake her head, so she responded vaguely, "Sort

of."

Before Summer could ask more, other people came over to greet Emma. She had to move aside, her eyes falling on the dazzling Emma in the group. Summer couldn't help but sigh. Her family's Emma was so excellent; how blind must the man who abandoned her have be "Blind" Ethan was also concerned about Emma at the moment. Watching her talk freely with the crowd, he suddenly felt a sense of not recognizing her. Was the gentle and patient Emma, or the beautiful and poised Alin, the real her?

After drinking an unknown number of glasses of wine, Emma-felt a little dizzy. She found an opportunity to slip away from the crowd and went to the bathroom. The corridor was dark, and she didn't notice, directly running into someone coming around the corner. "Sorry, sorry!"

Emma scrambled to apologize, keeping her head down. Then she reacted, slowly lifting her head, just in time to see Ethan watching her with a downcast

gaze