Chapter 38

No matter how nice a hospital bed is, it’s still not home. In the end, Ethan Blackwood got better pretty quick, but Clara Walton? She looked like she’d been hit by a train. Ethan noticed, frowning. “Clara, you've been staying here this whole time—what the hell did you do to yourself?” His tone wasn’t exactly gentle. Clara didn’t even bother responding. But the more she ignored him, the more he was determined to make her look at him. Finally, she turned around, clearly ready to complain, but he beat her to it. “Lie down. I’ll stay with you,” Ethan said flatly. Clara blinked, thrown off. Before she could react, he reached over and pulled her onto the bed next to him. The past few days, Clara had been sleeping in the lounge to avoid getting too close—she didn’t want a repeat of what happened before. No matter how moody Ethan got, that was one line she hadn’t crossed. So now, with him suddenly dragging her into his arms, there was this weird sense of unfamiliarity—but also a strange feelin