Chapter 234

“Come back to me. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.” Ethan Blackwood didn’t beat around the bush. His gaze locked onto Clara Walton — heated and intense. Clara turned around, calm as ever, facing him directly. There was even a trace of mockery tugging at her lips, her eyes fixed steadily on his face. “Well, Mr. Blackwood sure knows how to talk,” she said with a cold chuckle. Ethan didn’t respond. “If I’m not mistaken,” Clara said slowly, enunciating every word, “you said the exact same thing back then.” She tilted her head slightly, her tone tinged with sarcasm. “So where’s that confidence coming from? What makes you think I’d ever agree now?” Ethan didn’t look away for a second—just stared at her, unwavering. And that look? Clara had zero interest in staying one more second inside it. As she reached for the car door, her phone buzzed. She glanced down — Vincent Bennett was calling. Ethan caught a glimpse of the name too. A bitter feeling twisted in his chest. The woman who used