Emily saw Ethan seated at the dining table not far away.

His face was as cold and unruffled as ever, making Emily doubt if she was dreaming.

She thought, ‘Is this a candlelight dinner? Has Ethan lost his mind?’

“Mr. Thomas, what’s this about…” Emily stood by the table, feeling at a loss.

Ethan coldly uttered a single word, “Sit.”

Though shocked, Emily took a seat at the position across from him. Despite facing each other, they were nearly six ...