Throughout dinner, Ethan seemed determined to make me as uncomfortable as possible. He peppered the conversation with subtle innuendos and loaded comments, each one making me want to sink further into my chair.
"You know, Grandmother," Ethan said at one point, his voice deceptively casual, "I think I might have found a solution to your concerns about my future."
Mrs. Chen perked up immediately. "Oh? Do tell, dear."
Ethan's eyes locked onto mine. "Let's just say I've met someone who might be perfect as a future wife."
I nearly choked on my water, heat rushing to my face. I wanted to glare at him, to tell him off for his presumption, but I didn't dare speak. Instead, I firmly kept my eyes on my plate, praying for the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
As soon as dinner e
