Chapter 143

"What do you want?" Clara looked at him, a little puzzled. Ethan gave a soft laugh. "The bouquet." Then he added casually, "Isn't the tradition that whoever catches it is the next bride?" Clara blinked. Oh—so that’s what he meant. Looking at him again, she couldn’t help raising a brow. "You actually know about that?" "Yeah, heard the bridesmaids talking about it just now," he replied casually. Clara gave him a teasing look. "Don't tell me you're planning to go catch it?" That’d be... wild. Everyone trying to catch the bouquet was a girl. This wasn’t something guys usually got involved in. She never figured Ethan would really do it—not his style. If he truly wanted it, all he’d have to do was say the word. "If you want it, I’ll go get it," Ethan said seriously, like he meant every word. Clara raised an eyebrow at that. She didn’t say yes, but she didn’t say no either. There was a soft smile in Ethan's eyes, and before she could react, he leaned in and planted a light kiss on her lips. "