Chapter 90

Clara didn't really want to eat that, but Ethan still picked it up and placed it in front of her. It was pretty obvious his focus wasn’t on the dinner party at all—it was all on her. "This black bean ribs dish is actually really good. You should try it," he said in a calm, low voice. Clara gave a noncommittal hum. Ethan brought the piece of rib to her lips. She took a bite. Tender and full of flavor—yeah, it was well done. "Honey, don’t worry about me. Everyone’s waiting for you over there," she reminded him softly. "It’s fine, you just eat," he replied casually, slipping another piece of perfectly seared cod onto her plate. Clara kept a straight face. In her mind, all this public affection? Purely for Fiona’s benefit. Though, this time… she was starting to get a clue. Ethan clearly wasn’t into this dinner either. He probably got roped into it and showed up out of obligation. So, naturally, he was using her as a convenient shield. Clara lowered her gaze just a bit. She knew it. Why wou