Chapter 209
While Simon and Julian were still bickering, they heard Ethan speak up. “If there’s nothing else to talk about, I’ll be heading back soon.”
Simon took a deep breath and pointed at Ethan.
“See? Look at him. As soon as we mention women, he just wants to leave.
“And you still expect him to wait for the right person? It would be a miracle if he doesn’t end up marrying his computer. I bet he’s going to spend the rest of his life alone with the fortune he has made.”
Ethan turned away and didn’t bother to respond.
Grace quietly pushed Ethan out in his wheelchair. As the door to the private room closed behind them, she found that comment amusing.
Ethan heard her soft chuckle and felt slightly gloomy. “Is it that funny?”
The words that came out of his mouth sounded like they were squeezed through his gritted teeth.
She immediately stopped laughing.
“I just thought Mr. Yule made a pretty good point. But there’s nothing wrong with being like you, either. There aren’t many people like you left nowadays,” Grace said.
Ethan was sincere when it came to relationships, and he was willing to wait for that one person for so many years.
He lowered his gaze and said nothing further.
Grace continued wheeling him out. Along the way, they encountered several people who knew Ethan, and they all stopped by to greet him politely.
He didn’t respond to any of them. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking about. Once they got in the car, Grace was about to step on the gas pedal when she heard Ethan say, “I’m a little hungry.”
Since her boss was hungry, of course, she had to take care of it.
Unfortunately, those high-end restaurants usually required reservations in advance. And if they went to a roadside food stall, he probably wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably.
Grace was about to say something when he asked, “Can we not go to your place?”
An alarm went off in her head for a moment, and then she declined his request.
“Well, it wouldn’t be a big deal before, but I have a boyfriend now. People might get the wrong idea if a man and a woman are alone together.
“And my boyfriend is the type who gets jealous very easily. It happened just tonight-he even asked me who was better, him or you. So it’s kind of…”
Grace sounded conflicted. It really hadn’t been an issue inviting Ethan over before, but now she had to worry about this.
And if she was being honest, if Ed invited another woman over alone to his place, she’d probably feel uncomfortable too.
She was afraid that Ethan would be upset. After all, the issue with their contract had only just been resolved a few hours ago. This was technically still her “make- up-for-it” period.
Turning down his dinner request so bluntly really did seem inconsiderate.
But then, the corner of his lips suddenly curved into a smile.
“Right. Since you have a boyfriend, it’s good to be mindful of these things. Remember to turn down other guys this way in the future, too,” Ethan advised.
Grace let out a sigh of relief, her mood lifting as well.
“That’s why I’ve always thought you’re a good person, Mr. Henderson. You’re very well-mannered and considerate.
“Even if we can’t go to my place, I can take you to this food stall as long as you don’t mind. It’s the one that Joanne recommended to me, she said it’s really clean.”
Ethan looked out the window. Though his expression was hard to read, she still could tell that he was in a great mood.
He leaned back, and his lashes fluttered for a few seconds. “Let’s go then.”
Grace pulled up in front of the food stall. She got out and wheeled Ethan down, just to see that Joanne was there too.
She was in an apron, hustling to serve food to the customers.
The moment she saw Grace and Ethan, she almost dropped the tray in her
hands. She then gave them a strained smile.
“Hi, Grace. Hi, Mr. Henderson.”
Grace wheeled Ethan over to a clean table and then pulled Joanne aside.
“You’re working here?”
“No, this is my relative’s restaurant. I just came over to help out in my free time, and also to sneak in some free midnight snacks.”
As Joanne was speaking, her gaze kept flickering toward Ethan.
Grace patted Joanne’s shoulder. “Then bring out the best dishes you’ve got-but
not too spicy. Mr. Henderson seems to prefer light flavors.”
Joanne nodded and headed to the kitchen.