Chapter 19 The Edge Of Betrayal

• Clara sat at the marble counter in the penthouse, fingers tracing the rim of her untouched coffee. The tension from the previous night lingered in the air like an unfinished sentence. Ethan stood across from her, sleeves rolled up, hands braced on the counter. He looked too composed, too unreadable, and it made her stomach twist.
• “This was supposed to be a business deal,” she muttered, breaking the silence.
• Ethan's eyebrows went up. "And?"