“It was just a mistake. Tell him to be careful next time.”
“He’s busy. It’s normal to slip up occasionally.”
“Don’t pick on a fresh graduate. I’ve already reminded him.”
Excuses. Every time.
Every mistake of Ethan Miller, every failed appointment, was covered by Claire’s indulgence.
My chest burned, like needles pricking my heart.
Just as I slipped my phone away, Claire rushed out of her office.
“You had to alarm both families over this?”
“Adrian Walker, when will you learn to control that spoiled temper of yours?”
Her brows knitted as she scolded me without pause.
I was about to retort when something tugged at my hand.
I turned, and it was none other than Ethan.
“Adrian, I swear I didn’t mean it. The page kept jumping around. I really thought I clicked marriage registration!”
“Let me reschedule it for you and Ms. Bennett. This time I promise I won’t mess up.”
He looked pitiful, his boyish face filled with guilt. Phone in hand, he began tapping away again.
Claire’s eyes brimmed with tenderness.
Ethan held out his phone with the appointment screen open, right under my nose.
“No need.”