Chapter 143


    Ethan turned another page with a small smile. “I’m just a part-time worker with no fixed hours. I just


    happened to be free for the day.”


    “I see.” J pursed her lips.


    “All right, stop talking and finish your work quickly.” Ethan walked up to her and gently knocked the


    book he was holding against the top of her head.


    “But I only said two words!” J grumbled, ducking her head and shooting him a re. Ethan


    chuckled softly and padded out of the room.


    Without the distraction he provided, J was able to concentrate on her designs.


    Soon, the light drizzle stoppedpletely. Its pitter-patter was reced by the asional sound of a


    drop falling from the leaves and into the puddles on the ground. The air had be balmy after the


    rain, and J felt her body grow hot and sticky with sweat.


    By the time Ethan came around again, it was already dusk.


    “What is this supposed to mean, J?” he asked, his face stern. “You didn’t even touch the noodles I


    brought for lunch.” This time, he was carrying a te of what looked like meat balls. He set it on the


    table and crossed his arms over his chest. Ethan stared pointedly at the bowl of noodles that had


    grown cold and soggy, then back to the stubborn woman in front of him.


    Only then did J remember that he had brought her something for lunch.


    “Sorry, I forgot,” she said sheepishly. She nced at the clock on the wall and found that it was already


    six in the evening.


    J hadn’t felt a pang of hunger at all. Besides, she didn’t have much time left to waste on eating.


    She pressed her lips together and looked up at Ethan with some caution. “I’d like to eatter. I should


    finish my drafts first.”


    Ethan raised an eyebrow. Before she knew it, he had thrown himself on the chair next to her. “You can’t


    just skip meals,” he scolded. “Here, Ibined grains, vegetables, and fish to make these tiny balls.


    It’s bite-size and should be convenient enough for you. You can just draw while eating, it won’t hold you


    up for too long.”


    J put her pen down and looked at the dubious-looking balls on the te. They didn’t look all that


    appetizing. In fact, they didn’t look like balls, at all. Ethan had probably used too much force in shaping


    them.


    Still, he looked rather adorable in his ck T-shirt and floral apron.


    “Open your mouth.” The sound of spoon scraping against porcin te rang in the air as he scooped


    out a ball and held it against J’s mouth.


    “I can eat by myself,” she muttered, blushing.


    And yet, she still opened her mouth obediently.


    Ethan let out a small snort. “You little liar,” he teased.


    “It’s your fault! You fed me first!” J retorted in between chews. A smile was tugging on the corners


    of her lips, and her eyes twinkled with amusement.


    “Sure, sure.” Ethan wasn’t interested in an argument. He scooped out another ball and held it up for her


    just as she finished swallowing.


    “Why are you being so nice today?” J asked after gobbling the second ball.N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    His thoughtfulness was endearing.


    “Wasn’t I always nice?” Ethan countered, leaning forward with narrowed eyes.


    J giggled before nting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You’ve always been the best.”