Ethan paused, chuckling softly under his breath. "What a pity..."
He released Emma from his grasp and swiftly turned around, feigning dissatisfaction as he complained to Bertha, "Mother, I must say, your timing couldn't be worse. I rarely get a moment alone with Emma."
"My apologies, ma'am," Emma's face flushed as she quickly explained, casting a sharp glance at Ethan. "I asked Ethan to help me change into a new dress. I accidentally spilled some wine on myself."
This was Emma's first time meeting Bertha, and she didn't want to come across as frivolous.
"Oh, darling, there's no need to apologize. Seeing you two so sweet together makes me happy," Bertha smiled warmly, taking Emma's hand and guiding her to the sofa.
Ethan followed behind them, just about to sit when Bertha spoke again,
