Chapter 230

At this point, Clara Walton was completely speechless thanks to Ethan Blackwood. A man who's given up on pretending—that’s the scariest kind. She stared silently at the phone in front of her, lips pursed. Then simply turned her head and gazed out the window. Here in River City, it was Ethan’s turf. If he really wanted to do something, there was no way she could avoid it. Still, deep down, Clara didn’t think Ethan would actually cross a line. If Ethan wasn’t scared, why should she be? Even so, she kept cursing him in her head. Ethan, meanwhile, acted like she wasn’t even there. Only now and then did he glance her way from the corner of his eye. At a red light, Ethan happened to notice—Clara had dozed off, leaning against the seat. Asleep, Clara looked peaceful, like some kind of angel. Totally unlike the fierce, sharp-tongued version of her from earlier. Ethan’s gaze softened without him even realizing it. He reached back and pulled his jacket from the rear seat, then gently draped it o