The sound of the door opening made Emma think it was Leila returning. Just as she was about to turn around, two boxes of pasta were placed in front of her.
"Eat first, then work." Ethan pulled over a chair and sat down next to her, casually opening one of the containers. "I haven't had dinner either."
He leaned in, trying to catch a glimpse of her designs, only for Emma to block him with her hand.
"What are you doing here?" Emma's tone was calm but distant. "Shouldn't you be at home having dinner with Phillip?"
"Are you upset, Emma?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, studying her. He knew her irritation probably had something to do with Amelia, but he still asked on purpose, "What happened?"
"What happened? Emma clenched her jaw, feeling a mix of anger and disbelief. She glared at Ethan, feeli
