Chapter 71

Clara didn’t say a word for a long while, just blinked quietly. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, fluttering gently. Then, she slowly pried open Ethan’s firm fingers one by one. He didn’t let go, and she didn’t stop trying. Until finally, Clara slipped out from under his grip. Ethan just stood there, face unreadable. He thought she’d lose her temper. But Clara just looked at him coolly and said, “Mr. Blackwood, your meeting’s about to start.” Her tone was calm, detached. She nodded slightly and sat herself down on the sofa, quiet and composed, clearly not in the mood to chat. Ethan didn’t move, one hand casually in his pocket. Right in front of Clara, he called his assistant in. Lucy came in nervously, not even daring to breathe loudly. “Mr. Blackwood, you asked for me?” Ethan’s tone stayed flat. “Prepare some cake and fresh milk for my wife. She’ll need a cashmere blanket — only cashmere. And some comics, trending novels, and a tablet.” “Yes, sir.” Lucy nodded quickly and im