Private Marriage, Secret Love-Chapter 188: I Have a Boyfriend, So What?

Seth Sinclair stared intently, not saying a word, as Ethan Lancaster’s gaze drifted downward.

The urn had been buried for three years, and it was barely holding together when it was dug up. Now, it looked even more battered and filthy. Raina Reddington slammed her cup back onto the coffee table.

"What you do with it is your business. Throw it out, scatter the ashes, I don’t care. Why are you telling me?"

Ethan Lancaster couldn’t believe it. He was no longer in control of the situation. "You don’t care?"

"Take it and get out, now. Or I’m really calling the police." Raina Reddington stood up, too disgusted to even look at the urn again.

The man clenched his jaw. He had placed the two most important things before Raina Reddington, yet she remained completely unmoved.

Raina Reddington picked up her phone and dialed three numbers. "If you don’t leave, I’ll expose you. I’ll let everyone see what Mr. Lancaster does when he breaks into someone’s home."

Seth Sinclair glanced at Ethan Lancaster, his voice low. "Fourth Master..."

"You’re still a member of the Lancaster Family. This is a domestic dispute, at worst."

Seeing this, Raina pressed the call button. Seth Sinclair started to say they could talk things over, but Ethan Lancaster had already lunged.

He snatched Raina’s phone and shoved her down onto the sofa. Pinned, she could only watch as Ethan Lancaster held the phone up, his eyes fixed on the screen.

"You’ve gone too far! Give me back my phone."

Ethan Lancaster pinned Raina down with his right hand to keep her from getting up. Her phone was unlocked, and his finger swiped across the screen. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Panic flashed in Raina’s eyes. "Give it back!"

She hadn’t reacted like this even when he’d threatened her with the urn. Ethan Lancaster’s eyes narrowed. "What kind of secret are you hiding?"

He opened Raina’s messaging app. Her contact list was short, and judging by the names, they were all colleagues from the hospital. But Ethan Lancaster couldn’t see any of her chat histories; it looked like she’d deleted everything.

Raina shoved at his arm. "This is too much! Who do you think you are? What you’re doing is illegal!"

"Who am I? I’m your husband."

"Mr. Lancaster has so many women. I’m sure you’ve called plenty of them ’wife,’ haven’t you? How can such disgusting words come so easily from your mouth? I’m surprised you don’t make yourself sick."

Seeing the two of them at daggers drawn, Seth Sinclair knew better than to intervene. Ethan Lancaster exited the messaging app and opened the call log.

There weren’t many entries, but one number had called almost every single day.

Ethan Lancaster tapped the screen. Raina looked up just in time to see the call going through.

That was Miles Hawthorne’s number. The panic she’d been trying to hide finally broke through. Raina dug her nails into Ethan Lancaster’s arm, punching and slapping at him, but her strength was no match for his.

Raina was terrified Miles Hawthorne would say something. Ethan Lancaster was so clever; if Miles uttered a single word, Ethan would know he was still alive.

"Give me back my phone!"

"Give it back! What gives you the right to take my things?"

Ethan Lancaster clamped a hand over Raina’s mouth. With her arms free, she started pounding on him. Realizing he was losing control of her, Ethan used his own body to press her deeper into the sofa.

The ringing suddenly stopped—the call had been answered. Raina’s heart raced in panic. She stretched as far as she could, trying to snatch the phone, but she couldn’t reach it.

Ethan Lancaster said nothing, and neither did the person on the other end. Raina’s chest rose and fell, her eyes glued to the side of Ethan’s face.

Then, the call was disconnected. Fury twisted Ethan Lancaster’s features as he whipped his head toward Raina. "Who is he?"

Raina finally let out a breath of relief. She pried Ethan Lancaster’s hand away, though her upper body was still trapped on the sofa. "So this is the great Lancaster Family’s upbringing? Is this how you treat the doctor who just performed surgery on your sister?"

"I’m asking you, who is he?"

Raina was slightly out of breath as she spoke. Ethan Lancaster leaned in, his face almost touching hers. "Speak."

Her eyes fluttered shut. Seizing the moment while Ethan Lancaster was distracted, she snatched the phone back. She clutched it tightly, her dark eyes reopening with a sly glint. "How old are you, Fourth Master?"

Ethan Lancaster couldn’t fathom why she was asking that. Raina shifted, rubbing her cheek against the sofa a few times as if trying to get comfortable.

"I’m not a girl who just turned eighteen. I’m a grown woman. Is it really so strange for me to be in a relationship?"

A dangerous darkness settled deep in Ethan Lancaster’s eyes. His voice was laced with malice and a clear warning. "What did you just say?"

"He’s my boyfriend. Is there a problem?"

Ethan Lancaster hadn’t memorized the number. He reached for the phone again, but it was now locked and pinned beneath Raina. "Fourth Master, are you pestering me like this just because I look like your wife? In that case, I have to ask, what exactly are your intentions in approaching me? Even if Mrs. Lancaster were still alive, would it be so strange for her to want her own life? After all, she’s already died at your hands once. You’re out there sleeping around, yet you expect her to stay faithful to you? By what right?"

Ethan Lancaster tried to pull her up, but Raina curled into a ball, resisting with every ounce of her strength.

Her words left him speechless. Raina thrashed her legs, and one foot kicked the urn, sending it clattering to the floor.

Ethan Lancaster glanced back at it, and in that moment, Raina wrenched herself free from his grasp.

"Take your things and get out."

At her words, the man’s expression grew even fouler. He snarled at Seth Sinclair, "Get this thing out of here. Destroy it, scatter it, I don’t care. Make sure Miles Hawthorne doesn’t even have a final resting place!"

"Then by all means, hurry," Raina said, pushing her disheveled hair back and pointing toward the door. "Take it, and get out."

Ethan was truly at a loss. Seth Sinclair’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID—it was Butler Cameron.

"Hello?"

The other end of the line was noisy, as if the caller was on a busy street. After listening for a moment, Seth Sinclair understood. He walked over to Ethan Lancaster, his expression tense.

"Fourth Master, there’s been a small incident with Mrs. Lancaster."

Anxiety flooded Ethan Lancaster’s voice. "What is it?"

"Her car was hit, but she’s not seriously injured."

"Where is she?"

"Not far from the hospital."

Ethan Lancaster took the phone and asked a few questions. He only relaxed after confirming she was fine.

Seth Sinclair bent down to pick up the urn. Raina didn’t even lift her gaze. Ethan Lancaster’s eyes rested on the top of her head. "If you really do have a boyfriend, I will make him regret the day he ever met you."

Raina let out a cold laugh. "I won’t see you out."

Ethan Lancaster strode out, and Seth Sinclair followed. They hadn’t even reached the elevator before they heard the door slam shut behind them.

Still shaken, Raina sank back onto the sofa. It was a long time before she could compose herself.

A call came from Miles Hawthorne. When she answered, her voice was hoarse. "Hello?"

"He’s gone, isn’t he?"

"How did you know?"

Miles Hawthorne’s tone was casual. "A lucky guess."

He wouldn’t tell Raina that he was watching Ethan Lancaster’s every move. Or that he was the one who’d arranged for someone to hit Jessica Jacobs’s car.