“This one feels better than the last. Stick to this standard from now on.”
Laughter rippled through the group.
“Ethan, you’re insane. Your wife is right here—aren’t you afraid she’ll make a scene?”
Ethan shrugged, unconcerned.
“It’s nothing serious, just fooling around. Besides, my wife’s in the restroom. Don’t any of you run your mouths.”
“If she hears nonsense and gives me hell at home, you’ll all regret it.”
But in the next second, he turned around—and froze when he saw me watching.
Panic flashed across his face as he stood quickly.
“Lily, when did you get back?”
Holding a menu, he hurried to offer it to me.
“I told them to wait for you before ordering.”
Whenever we ate out, Ethan always made sure I ordered first. No one else could order until I did.
But before I could take it, Chloe snatched it away with a fake laugh.
“Oh come on, why wait? I’m starving.”
She shot me a playful glance.
“Sis-in-law, you don’t seem like the petty type. Mind if I order my favorites—sweet and sour ribs, garlic shrimp?”
I smiled back.
“Not at all.”
When the garlic shrimp arrived, Chloe pulled the whole plate toward herself, dumping it into her bowl.