Chapter 222

Serena's POV I watched Ethan shift uncomfortably in his seat, looking like a schoolboy caught passing notes. Poor guy. Maya had practically frozen him with that glare when we walked in. "Ethan," I said, leaning against my desk, "you need to talk to her. Now." He ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up slightly. "It's complicated, Serena." "No, it's not," I crossed my arms. "You led her on in London, whether you meant to or not. And now you're avoiding her like she's got the plague." Ethan winced at my directness. That's one thing about regaining pieces of myself - I'm not as soft-spoken as I used to be. The old Serena might have sugar-coated things. "I didn't mean to give her false hope," he mumbled, looking down at his expensive shoes. "We spent time together, had dinner a few times. I enjoyed her company, but..." "But what?" I pushed. "Maya isn't just my business partner, Ethan. She stood by me when I had nothing. When I was drowning after the divorce. She's