Chapter 3
That weekend, Ethan and I visited his parents‘ estate in the Hamptons.
During dinner, his mother smiled warmly as she took my hand across the table.
“Olivia, darling, you and Ethan have been married for five years now. Shouldn’t you be thinking about giving us a grandchild?”
I lowered my gaze, unsure how to decline gracefully.
This was the first time they’d broached this particular subject with me.
They were getting older, and their desire for grandchildren wasn’t unreasonable.
As I struggled with my response, Ethan spoke up.
‘Mom, I’m already working on it. Don’t worry.”
I glanced at Ethan, who gave me a subtle nod.
Not wanting to ruin his parents‘ evening, I played along with vague affirmations.
Halfway through the meal, Ethan’s phone began vibrating repeatedly.
He typed responses with a small smile playing on his lips.
He looked exactly like a lovesick college boy rather than a 32–year–old CEO.
His mother, sensing something off, cleared her throat and said pointedly, “We rarely see you on
weekends, and you’re glued to that phone. Can’t you pay attention to your family for once?”
Ethan seemed not to hear her, his fingers flying across the screen, lost in his own world.
An awkward silence descended upon the dining room.
I smiled brightly and placed a tender cut of prime rib on his mother’s plate.
“That’s just how he is when he’s busy. I’m used to it by now. Don’t take it personally, Mom. The company’s been hectic lately.”
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His mother forced a smile and patted my hand gently.
Just when I thought the moment had passed, Ethan suddenly stood up.
He looked at me apologetically.
“Olivia, there’s an emergency at the office I need to handle. I have to go. Stay and enjoy dinner with
my parents.”
Before I could respond, he was already grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.
Seeing him about to leave, his father’s face darkened as he slammed his fork down.
“What could possibly be so urgent? You can’t spare even thirty more minutes?”
Ethan paused, frowning slightly.
“Dad, I’ll visit again soon. Besides, Olivia’s still here. I really need to leave now.”
With that, he was gone.
His father’s hands trembled with anger.
His mother watched me nervously, gauging my reaction.
I forced a smile. “Dad, Mom, please don’t be upset. You prepared all my favorites tonight—I’m definitely staying until I’m stuffed.”
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