Chapter 22

Just as Clara was about to kneel, Ethan grabbed her wrist. His voice was low and edged with suppressed anger. “Clara, what the hell are you doing?” Clara sounded calm, almost casual. “Apologizing. Otherwise, you'd be pissed, Fiona would be pissed, and who knows what mess I'd have to deal with next.” “That's enough!” Ethan snapped. He yanked Clara to her feet, practically lifting her up. In the end, she didn’t kneel. “Go wait outside,” Ethan said coldly to her. Clara gave a soft “Sure,” then added lightly, “Just remember, you’re the one who stopped me. Don’t come blaming me later, alright?” Her tone was flat, uninterested. She turned and headed out the door without a fuss. Yeah, she was never really planning to kneel. And even if she did, she wouldn’t be doing it alone. After all, she's pregnant. Still, Ethan stopping her was unexpected. Clara had thought he'd let her make a fool of herself for Fiona’s sake. Ha. Fiona’s eyes had been locked on Clara’s back the whole time. Frustration ch