He Tilted the Umbrella, I Called Off Wedding

Synopsis

The thunderstorm came suddenly, trapping me under the office building. Ethan Quinn rushed over with an umbrella, but it tilted without hesitation toward the girl beside him. "Sophia's shoes can't get wet. Wait here for a bit. I'll take her to the car first, then come back for you." I watched his shoulder getting soaked. The scene was so familiar. Years ago, he would've gotten himself completely drenched just to keep the umbrella entirely over me, afraid I'd get touched by a single raindrop. "Don't bother." I slipped off my heels and tossed them into a nearby trash can. "Mr. Quinn's umbrella is too small to cover two people. Don't strain yourself." I walked barefoot into the pouring rain. Behind me, Ethan called out. "Violet!" I didn't turn back. The rain pounded painfully against my soles. The pebbles on the ground dug into my feet. I'd been pampered since childhood. As a kid, I'd cry for hours just from stepping on seashells at the beach. Ethan knew this better than anyone. He used to laugh and say my feet were only meant for carpets, that they couldn't endure any