Clara stared at him, dumbfounded, needing a few seconds before she finally said, "My painting isn't worth that much. That doesn't make us even."
"As long as you know that." Ethan replied coolly, rolling the painting up, clearly not because he thought it had no value. "There's no such thing as us being even."
"Why..." Clara's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her voice soft and full of confusion. "Why me?"
Why did he choose to get engaged to her?
Why not someone else?
"There's no reason." Ethan responded without hesitation, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "It can only be you."
Only her?
Clara was even more confused.
"Maybe we should get to know each other better," Ethan suddenly said, pulling out his phone and holding it out to her. "Call your number."
Clara blinke
