His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1683: About the Name

Chapter 1683: Chapter 1683: About the Name

Chapter 1683

As soon as she finished speaking, the man’s eyes subtly shifted to a different emotion.

Ethel’s fingers curled against the wall, her heart uneasy. She felt that the person before her was like a lion, unpredictable and capable of devouring her, the little lamb, without any reason at any moment.

She felt that she hadn’t said anything wrong, as it was his opportunity to capitalize on the situation by waking up at that time.

As she thought this, her nose was suddenly pinched by the man.

She startled, holding her breath, and said nothing.

The man abruptly laughed and let go, "Milty? Have you always called him that?"

"He’s sixteen years older than me, so of course, he’s Milty."

The man slowly blinked, then teasingly asked after a moment of Silence, "I’m 17 this year, what should you call me?"

Ethel’s eyes widened suddenly, "17?"

Her mind raced, and she quickly realized that this alter ego must have emerged when Milton was twelve, which was why he said he was seventeen this year.

Only four years older than her, yet his gaze and demeanor were so mature.

A slight change took place in her emotions.

Suddenly, she wasn’t so afraid anymore.

After all, they were both minors, just like her.

With that thought, her fear was halved again.

Seeing the topic shift to the matter of age, she seized the opportunity to say, "If you’re seventeen, then I’ll just call you by your name."

"Name?" His voice was soft, as if contemplating the word.

Ethel asked in confusion, "You don’t have your own name?"

The man looked up at her; she immediately cast her eyes down, only to find herself stealing glances again.

The atmosphere made it clear to her that this man truly didn’t have a name.

Perhaps he only used the name Milton.

Worried about angering him, she said, "A name is just a label. If you don’t have parents to give you one, you can choose your own."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she covered it, feeling as though she might have misspoken.

A soft, gentle male voice drifted over, "I’ll give you a chance. If you choose a name I like, I won’t pursue the matter of him using my name."

Ethel was startled; he had guessed it all...

Looking up, she saw the man leaning against a chair, legs casually crossed, exuding ease and elegance.

Those amber eyes quietly observed her, gradually making her feel suffocated.

Her heart pounded for a while as her mind quickly sorted through possible names.

"It’s taking a while," the man said, glancing at the time on his Wristwatch.

Ethel noticed that the Red rope bracelet that Milton used to wear on his wrist was gone, replaced by only a Wristwatch.

Her gaze drifted, and she spotted the bracelet in the trash can.

The bracelet that Milty so treasured was now discarded in the trash!

Her brows furrowed uncontrollably at the thought, knowing Milty would be very upset when he woke up and couldn’t find it.

After all, she was upset just witnessing it as a bystander.

With this in mind, she blurted out, "Oscar Harding, let’s call you Oscar Harding. Whether ’Oscar’ or ’Harding,’ both are top-notch words that match your ambition perfectly."

Just like before, she regretted her words as soon as they were out, regretting giving in to a momentary urge to be clever with words.

She had been too focused on venting her annoyance and forgot to keep him stable.

Sure enough, when she looked over, she saw sparks of anger in the man’s eyes.

She bit her lip, turned her head away, and said, "If you don’t like it, I’ll think of something else."

The unease in her heart caused her to subconsciously bite her finger, occasionally sneaking glances at him.

"Milton White," she said.

Her thought was that since this man stemmed from Milty’s body, it would be appropriate to take half of Milty’s name for him.

"Change it."

He did not like it.

——

(Good night.)