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After I fell down the stairs, Ethan Cole finally put aside his work to take care of me. But just as we were nearing the hospital, a "client" called, and he went back. When I dragged my fractured leg downstairs to pay the bill, I saw a photo his childhood friend Madeline Linwood had posted. It showed him kneeling, applying medicine to her knee. The caption read, [Someone just scraped her knee from walking. Ethan laughed at me so much.] That was when I knew there was no client. Our mutual friends didn't dare to comment. Only I left a like and a comment. [Well, you two make a great match, so just get together already.]