Chapter 117

"Yeah," Ethan Blackwood replied briefly, then really didn’t say another word. Silence took over the car again. He drove Clara Walton back to the villa. Clara got out first, assuming he was heading back to work. But to her surprise, Ethan just followed her inside. She frowned a little, but didn’t say anything. Clara headed straight for her study, planning to pick up where she left off on the script. But the moment she stepped in, something felt... off. All her figurines were neatly reorganized, placed in different spots. It looked way more pleasing to the eye now, like someone had put real thought into the layout. A sudden thought struck her. Clara turned and walked to the hallway corner upstairs, the one spot that gave her a good view of the side lounge. That area used to be stuffed with rows upon rows of collectibles. Now? Spotless. Like they had never been there. She frowned deeper. Did Ethan toss them? While Clara was lost in thought, she suddenly felt an arm wrap her waist, firm an