Chapter 83

He was slowly walking toward Clara.

Sensitive as she was, Clara turned around the moment the approaching footsteps were still a short distance away.

A tall, sharp figure in black stood silently under the sun.

When he noticed her looking, he halted.

“Mr... Mr. Blackwell,” Clara stammered, clearly startled. Her petite frame almost tumbled to the ground.

She scrambled upright in panic, instinctively taking a step back—straight into the flower bushes.

Ethan stared at her reactions, his brows tightening. “Do I look that scary?”

“N-no.” Clara clutched the hem of her dress tightly, eyes lowered, unable to meet his gaze. “You just startled me.”

“Startled you how? Me showing up here, or the fact that we’re suddenly engaged?”

As he said it, he took a few more steps toward her.

Hearing him mention their engagement, Clara instinctively lifted her head.

Her clear eyes stared blankly at him, filled with confusion.

So he knew