Chapter 73

Fiona had just been pouting, but now her eyes lit up again with a smug glow. At least Ethan still cared. Before leaving, she shot Clara a rather triumphant look. Clara didn’t bother responding. She lounged on the couch, scrolling calmly through her tablet, as if nothing had happened at all. … Then— Fiona followed Ethan into the lounge nearby. The second they stepped in, she wrapped her arms around his lean waist. Ethan lowered his gaze, lightly placing a hand on her arm. “Ethan... you wouldn’t just let her bully me, would you?” Fiona mumbled, trying to sound pitiful. But almost instantly, Ethan pulled her hands away from his waist. Fiona froze, caught off guard. “Ethan...” “Fiona,” he called her name, calm but distant. Fiona tensed at how he said it. Something felt off, and when Ethan looked her in the eye, she felt a twinge of guilt. Still, she didn’t flinch. She held his stare as he asked evenly, “Did you answer my phone?” Fiona stammered, “Wh-what? What are you talking about? When w