Chapter 281

Clara Walton yawned lazily, stretching a little. “So sleepy,” she mumbled. Ethan Blackwood gave a faint “Mm,” then said, “Go ahead and sleep.” Without another word, he turned and walked out of the bedroom. If this kept happening, Ethan felt he might just end up being killed by Clara. He knew perfectly well she was doing it on purpose. But still, he kept walking straight into the trap. What the hell was he waiting for? That thought made him glance down, a sarcastic smile tugging at his lips. Back in his study, Ethan’s phone buzzed. It was Graham Anderson calling. Ethan didn’t ask anything—he could easily guess. Fiona Barrington probably got to Graham first. Graham, on the other end, held back what he was about to say. He knew it was pointless. Ethan didn’t care. After a brief pause, Graham sighed quietly. “You and Clara… I don’t think your grandfather’s ever going to accept it.” “He will,” Ethan said bluntly. Graham blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected such a firm answer. “You sure a