Only then did he speak.

"I'm protesting."

"A protest about what?"

Ethan glanced briefly at Harrison, who was standing behind me. I heard Harrison let out an annoyed sigh as he noticed Ethan. I turned to Harrison, sensing that he might know something.

"What’s going on?"

"I advised him not to leave his room," Harrison replied, scratching his cheek awkwardly.

Hmm, well, Ethan is a patient, so it’s not unreasonable to suggest he stay in his room. But is that really something to warrant such an obvious protest?

"Preferably forever. He keeps pestering you, Miss, and it’s quite bothersome," Harrison added.

Of course, as soon as I heard Harrison’s follow-up, I immediately corrected my thoughts. Harrison had a tendency to become terrifyingly protective whenever it came to matters involving me.

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Naturally, Ethan ignored Harrison’s words entirely and spoke to me.

"When someone tells you not to come out, it only makes you want to come out more. I’m in a tough spot here, Miss Cherry. I want your attention, but someone keeps interfering."

"And yet, you told me not to enter your room before. You even put up warning signs."

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