Chapter 341 Who Is He to You
Desmond glared at Ethan, his face a mix of confusion and anger. "It's you! You're the guy who was with Katniss!"
Clara froze, her eyes scanning Ethan from head to toe, her body stiffening in the chair.
No wonder she didn't recognize Ethan.
He looked completely different from when he was with Katniss at the café.
Back then, Ethan was dressed casually, his hair down, covering his forehead, looking like a student.
But now, he was in a suit, impeccably dressed.
Clara vaguely remembered when she fainted on the street, and Ethan took her to the hospital. He was also dressed like a polished professional.
The drastic difference in his appearance made it impossible for her to realize it was the same person.
But Desmond recognized him.
Clara's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but her first instinct was to calm Desmond down.
Because not only did she not recognize Ethan, but it seemed Ethan didn't recognize her either.
Ethan showed no sign of disdain towards her, as if he hadn't seen her at the café, even though she was right there when Desmond caught Ethan and Katniss together.
Clara briefly recalled that she hadn't said much at the café to maintain her image in front of Desmond, and she felt a bit relieved.
Whether it was Ethan taking her to the hospital before or acknowledging their relationship this morning, it all indicated that Ethan didn't remember her from that incident with Desmond.
Clara's thoughts raced, but it only took a second for her to figure it out.
Desmond, after recognizing Ethan, looked at him in shock, then turned to Clara.
Ethan was also observing Desmond, and his face was expressionless. He coldly asked, "Do I know you? You know Katniss?"
Desmond mentioned Katniss, so Ethan assumed he was someone Katniss knew and casually asked back.
Ethan had a quirk since childhood; he rarely remembered people he wasn't familiar with. Coupled with occasional face blindness, he was often lost in his studies or research. Desmond glared at him fiercely. "You're pretending not to remember? You were at the café with Katniss, and you..."
"Desmond." Clara suddenly interrupted him. "Calm down."
She stood up and looked at Desmond, trying to soothe him with her eyes.
"Clara?" Desmond's attention shifted to her, realizing she was with Ethan. "Come with me!"
Clara didn't know what to say. She was worried that Ethan might remember the previous incident with Desmond.
Ethan was also looking at Clara. Unlike Desmond's obvious agitation, Ethan was calm and gently asked, "Clara, is he your friend?"
Clara stiffened, her mind in turmoil.
"Yes, he's my friend." Clara hesitated before responding to Ethan, avoiding Desmond's gaze. "He probably just got the wrong room."
Desmond, however, said directly, "Clara, I'm here for you. Tell me, what are you doing with him?"
His words made the other two's expressions change.
Clara turned pale with worry and fear, while Ethan was visibly displeased by the intrusion.
Instinctively, Ethan felt there was more to Clara and Desmond's relationship.
The atmosphere grew tense, and Clara remained silent, the air thick with tension.
Desmond couldn't hold back any longer. He stepped forward and grabbed Clara's hand.
Clara, panicking, immediately shook off his hand.
Desmond looked at her in shock and hurt, unable to believe what had just happened. "Clara?"
He never expected Clara to shake off his hand.
He was angry but didn't lash out, worried he might scare Clara.
He had never been harsh with Clara and didn't want to start now. He just stared at her, waiting for her response.
Surprised and confused, he couldn't help but step forward again, pulling Clara towards him.
Clara, caught off guard, felt a sharp pain in her arm and cried out.
Ethan immediately stepped in, pushing Desmond's hand away and gently shielding Clara behind him.
Though Clara had interrupted Desmond earlier, Ethan recalled Desmond from the café, recognizing his furious demeanor.
Desmond, seeing Ethan protect Clara, raised his hand to push him away, but Ethan blocked him.
Desmond angrily demanded, "What do you mean? Move aside!"
Ethan, his face cold, retorted, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? You barged in here, disturbing us. Are you trying to catch someone cheating again?"
His words were dripping with sarcasm, and his actions were equally unkind, forcefully pushing Desmond's hand away.
Desmond, enraged, clenched his fist and swung at Ethan.
The punch landed on Ethan's face, and Ethan, with a grunt, hit back without hesitation.
Before Clara could react, the two were already grappling with each other.
Panicking, she shouted for them to stop and tried to intervene.
Neither paid attention to her, and she was pushed to the ground in the scuffle.
She fell hard and immediately started crying.
Hearing her sobs, the two men stopped fighting and helped her up.
Once she was on her feet, Clara whispered something to Ethan and then pushed Desmond out of the room.
Desmond, thinking Clara was willing to leave with him, smirked triumphantly at Ethan.
Ethan frowned, deep in thought.
Outside the room, Desmond took Clara's hand.
Clara, lost in thought, let him lead her.
They hadn't walked far down the hallway when Clara stopped.
Desmond tried to keep her moving, but Clara stood still, looking at him intently.
"Clara? What's wrong? Are you still in pain?" Desmond, suppressing his anger, decided to wait until they were back to question her about Ethan.
"Why are you here?" Clara finally asked, not answering his question but questioning his presence.
Desmond replied, "I saw you ahead and got worried, so I followed."
"So, were you stalking me?" Clara's voice was low and hurt.
"I wasn't." Desmond started, but Clara cut him off, "You shouldn't have barged in and disturbed us, Desmond."
"Clara? Why are you saying this?" Desmond looked at her in disbelief, asking again, "Who is he to you?"
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