Chapter 41

The colors were vibrant, the smell tempting—it looked so good Clara Walton couldn't help swallowing a little. Ethan Blackwood had just served a portion of mashed potatoes. “Clara, you’re practically drooling. Wipe your mouth and eat already.” Clara: “…” The plate was placed right in front of her. She wanted to play hard to get, but instinct kicked in, and she just picked up her fork and started eating seriously. And wow—it was actually really tasty. Without even noticing, Clara had already eaten quite a bit. Ethan glanced at her and let out a soft chuckle. By the time she put her fork down, belly full, she was already leaning back in her seat lazily. That usual nausea she felt after eating during pregnancy? Nowhere to be found. So, her baby already knew who was boss and didn’t dare react to Ethan’s cooking? Afraid of offending him, maybe? The thought cracked Clara up. It was such a ridiculous image she couldn’t hold the laugh in. “What’s so funny?” Ethan asked casually. Clara shrugged,