“Ethan, I don’t want my hands greasy. Be a good boy and peel them for me.”
Ethan hesitated, then chuckled helplessly.
“You really are spoiled, brat.”
All eyes shifted to me, their looks complicated.
I lowered my gaze and smiled faintly.
“I want some shrimp too.”
Ethan froze mid-peel. He looked at me, then at Chloe.
Finally, he placed the peeled shrimp into my bowl.
“My baby eats first.”
Chloe’s knuckles whitened around her chopsticks as she glared at me, teeth nearly cracking.
During dinner, she pretended to drop the check in front of me—obviously trying to show off.
But before she could pick it back up, I snatched it first and slipped it away.
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Lily, what are you doing? That’s mine!”
Unbothered, I glanced at the name and amount on it, snapped a photo, then waved it before everyone.
“The name here is Ethan Walker’s. This is marital property. Any expenditure should be clearly accounted for—it can’t just vanish without explanation.”
I turned to Ethan.
“Darling, you’ve always reported your spending to me. Why didn’t you this time? What exactly is this for?”
Ethan’s face darkened with embarrassment. He stammered,
“Baby, I…”
“Give me back the check!” Chloe snapped.