Chapter 64

Hearing Claire speak, Ethan snapped back to reality and walked over to the couch to sit down. But the moment he sat, he frowned. "Stiff... why is the sofa this uncomfortable?" That was his first reaction, and he instantly felt the urge to do something about it. He took a sip of tea, letting the taste linger. Since Lily passed away, he hadn't touched floral tea again. Truth was, Ethan never cared for floral tea. He drank it only because Lily loved it—he'd just grown used to sharing her taste. Drifting into memories again, Ethan's mind wandered. Watching him zone out with a cup in his hand, Claire smirked slightly. She knew he was thinking about Lily again. The smug curl of her lips gave her away, not that Ethan noticed. Every move Claire made was a deliberate mirror of Lily's—from the way she spoke, to her tone, to tiny habits and gestures. Each seemingly casual detail poked at Ethan's nerves one by one. After finishing the tea, Ethan headed back to the office. "Send a full set of furni