Chapter 50: Changing into the Lace Dress, Running into Him—Missing for Four Years

Ella's POV:

Ethan turned around.

I peeled off my blood-soaked tank top. The gash on my left arm was still seeping blood.

I ignored it and pulled on the black lace camisole.

The fabric was minimal, clinging tight to my skin. The neckline plunged dangerously low.

The leather skirt was obsce...

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