CEO's Regret After I Divorced
There sat Ethan Quinn in all his glory—impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, focused entirely on cutting a steak with surgical precision.
"Wow, candlelit dinner already? You two move fast," I whistled, watching the soft glow of flames dancing between them.
Before Maya could respond, I witnessed something that made my eyebrows shoot up. Ethan slid his plate across the table toward her, a gentlemanly smile warming his usually serious face.
"Miss Carter, your steak is ready," his deep voice carried through the speakers.
Maya flipped the camera back to her face, grinning so wide I could barely see her eyes. "Gotta go! This steak isn't going to eat itself!"