Chapter 161

Ethan Blackwood looked like he could swallow Clara Walton whole in the next second. Cold and terrifying. Clara flinched a little, her brows knitting together. "What, still Mrs. Blackwood, and already lining up your next man? Planning to marry Nathaniel Griffith now?" Ethan's voice was as frigid as his glare. Clara froze, shocked. How did he even know that? How long had he been standing there? Even if he had been nearby, how could he have heard what Nathaniel said? Then it hit her. Her expression twisted into disbelief as she stared at Ethan. "You tapped my phone?" Her tone was sharp, layered with fury. Ethan stood there, neither confirming nor denying it. But truth was, he didn’t have to. He might’ve seemed indifferent, but Clara's every move had been under his watch all along. So naturally, her calls hadn’t escaped him either. Earlier, when he walked in and saw her on a call, he'd tapped in without hesitation. And just his luck—or not—he caught Nathaniel proposing. What truly set him