Chapter 156

Tch. So this is what a "deeply devoted" jerk looks like? Clara Walton almost wanted to laugh. The more she thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. But right now, all she really wanted was to scrub Ethan Blackwood’s presence off her like dirt she couldn’t stand. That feeling, the one that made it hard to breathe—it was finally fading. The pressure that had been trailing right behind her was suddenly gone. She could hear Ethan’s voice from behind, picking up a call. "I’m heading back now. Wait for me at the hospital," he said straight to the point. Once he hung up, Clara let out a silent sigh of relief. Then came the sound of the bedroom door shutting. He was gone. Only after Ethan left did Clara finally turn her gaze to the bedroom door. Her eyes lowered, calm but sharp, a touch of mockery hidden in her expression. The first thing she saw were those collectible blind boxes Ethan had sent Lucy Hampton all over the place to hunt down for her. Limited edition, some of them. Clara