Chapter 276

Out of nowhere, Nathaniel Griffith reached out, his hand brushing aside a loose strand of Clara Walton’s hair and tucking it behind her ear. She froze for a second, caught off guard. “All good now,” Nathaniel said casually. Clara gave a mild nod. “Thanks.” But he didn’t really look at her while doing it, and Clara frowned a little. Just as she was about to say something, Nathaniel dropped the news with a calm voice. “Ethan Blackwood is here.” Clara: “…” She seriously hadn’t seen that coming. The film set was at least an hour’s drive from the Blackwood Group’s headquarters—way out in the middle of nowhere. For a moment, Clara went quiet. Ethan walked over at an easy pace and sat down right next to her like he owned the place. Lowering his voice, he asked, “Out for lunch? Why’d you ignore my calls?” Snapped back to the moment, Clara stayed calm. “Oh, my phone probably died. Didn't notice.” Ethan just gave a quiet “mm,” not saying anything else. He didn’t even spare Nathaniel a glance, ke