Chapter 50

The killer part was, Ethan never let go of Clara's hand—not for a second—as he led her straight into his office. "If you're craving anything, just tell the assistant. She's right outside. I’ll have her bring in the tablet too. Be good and wait for me, okay? Don’t make me worry," he said, sorting everything down to the last detail. Clara blinked at him, a little embarrassed. "You really don’t have to fuss over me. I can take care of myself." She’d always been the type who knew when to do what—practical, straightforward. But Ethan just shot her a look and said, “You’re my wife. If I don’t take care of you, who else would I take care of?” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Clara couldn't help the flush rising to her cheeks. Outside, Lucy stood pretending to mind her own business, looking everywhere but directly at them. It was obvious she was anxious and itching to speak but didn’t dare interrupt—she just kept darting glances at Clara. That was Clara’s cue to gent