Chapter 321

She agreed, but Ethan Blackwood didn’t say another word. He just quietly walked into the bathroom and went about brushing his teeth, washing his face. He even took the time to lay out everything Clara Walton needed before finally heading out. Clara stared in the direction he’d disappeared, didn’t move for a while, and then silently got out of bed. She didn’t say anything the whole time. Looking at the neatly arranged toiletries he’d set up in the bathroom, she felt an odd tightness in her chest. It was a weird kind of irritation, like all the plans she’d made were suddenly getting thrown off by Ethan’s presence. But that frustration only flared up for a second. The usual, heavy calm quickly took over again, slowly cooling her down. She looked at herself in the mirror—expressionless, unreadable. By the time Clara had freshened up and walked into the dining room, the whole villa was quiet. Ethan had already made breakfast. "You’re not working today?" she asked, trying to make simple conv