Ethan paused for a second before saying, “From now on, don’t drink anything if you haven’t kept an eye on it. It’s way too easy for someone to mess with your stuff.”
He looked at her, serious. “People get wild with jealousy. Marrying me? There are plenty who envy you for that.”
Isabella rolled her eyes inwardly. You’re the one who dragged me into this circus. Don’t act like you’re concerned now.
He glanced at her. “Thinking mean things about me?”
“No.”
“My nose is itching. That always happens when someone’s talking behind my back.”
She looked up, catching his dark gaze. “There’s a mosquito on your nose.”
Ethan reached up and slapped his nose. Miraculously, he actually got the mosquito. He casually rinsed his hand in his tea. “It’s not even summer and the mosquitoes are already out.”
“It never gets really cold in Cabinda, even in winter,” Isabella said. “There are so many plants and trees out back, mosquitoes are just part of life.”
He changed the subject. “Are you going to your family’s place this weekend?” If she went, he could swing by the Lane house and pick her up.
“I’m busy. Plus, Jordan hates it when I go home all the time. He can’t stand me or my mom.”
In her head, Isabella couldn’t help thinking, It’s not like my mom killed the last Mrs. Lane. Why does Jordan have it out for us? The last Mrs. Lane died of a terminal illness. After that, her dad, Jackson, stayed single for three years before he met Cynthia and married her. He even made sure to get the blessing of his late wife’s family. They secretly watched Cynthia for ages, making sure she wouldn’t turn out to be some evil stepmother, and only then did they give their okay.


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