Chapter 172

Ethan watched as Emma took the spoon but just sat there zoning out. His voice came out flat, "If you're not up for this, no one's forcing you. The door's right there. Walk out anytime. But hey, I wouldn't know when the Grace Group might go bankrupt then." Though his tone was calm, every word sent a chill down Emma's spine. "You're threatening me," she said, placing the spoon back in the bowl. "Call it whatever you like. Walk out if you want." "You—" Emma was fuming. But oddly enough, it was Ethan's threat that finally helped her snap out of the emotional mess and see him for what he really was—a partner who held the future of Grace Group in his hands. She grabbed the spoon again and started feeding him, eyes fixed on the bowl and his jawline, not daring to look up. When the spoon accidentally poked Ethan's chin, she quickly wiped it with a tissue and immediately pulled her hand back like she'd touched something hot. Ethan let out a cold snort. "Is it that my mouth's too high up, or are