Chapter 21

That was Ethan Blackwood. Clara Walton froze for a second, but she didn’t move toward him. “Come here,” Ethan said again, his voice laced with warning. Her foot twitched slightly. But before she could even consider moving, Nathaniel Griffith held her back. Clara looked at Nathaniel, slightly stunned. “Why go to him? He was just sweet-talking some other woman, and now he’s charging out here flipping at you?” Nathaniel scoffed, full of disdain. Only then did the parent nearby realize she’d misread the situation. Awkward as hell, she didn’t say another word, grabbed her kid, and left right away. “Senior...” Clara was clearly helpless at this point. Nathaniel glanced at Ethan, then, right in front of him, took Clara’s hand and started leading her toward his office. Clara was totally confused. Ethan's face darkened more with every step. In the blink of an eye, Ethan was in front of Clara, grabbing her other wrist. Now she was stuck between two men, one pulling from each side. “If you squeez