Chapter 323

During dinner, Ethan Blackwood took over the kitchen while Clara Walton just leaned back and watched. The seafood that normally looked like it’d fight back somehow turned all tame and obedient in Ethan's hands. And the guy even plated everything like some five-star chef. Clara rested against the fridge, eyeing him up and down before nodding solemnly. "Mr. Blackwood, if you ever find yourself out of a job, I swear you'd kill it as a chef. People would line up for your food." Ethan paused what he was doing and looked over at her, eyes sharp but calm. “Would you be one of them?” The question caught Clara completely off guard. For a second she just stared, as if Ethan had asked something impossibly weird. But Ethan wasn’t done. His gaze deepened as he asked again, “If I really did lose my job and started working as your personal chef... would you like that?” “Sure, sure—love it to bits,” Clara blurted out, flustered. She rolled her eyes. “Happy now?” Ethan actually gave a serious little no