Chapter 137: What happens next?
Etienne bit his lower lip, clearly conflicted. "I want to ask him. But I don’t know how."
Crap. I want this conversation to end. This ugly feeling started to rise inside me, and my brows began twitching, ready to be mean. I didn’t realize I’m this petty. Just talking to someone about Claude is making me jealous. Or is it only because that someone is Etienne?
Someone in Claude’s list of ’whom to treat kindly’.
I threw a roll of kitchen towel in the cart as I replied nonchalantly, "Just knock on his door with a cup of tea and hit him with a ’Hey, why did you look like a rejected soap opera actor when you saw me last week?’ Easy."
A soft laugh escaped Etienne’s lips, musical and bright. "I don’t think that would go well."
"You’d be surprised," I muttered, slightly bitter. If it’s Etienne, Claude won’t be annoyed. He might even answer seriously.
We stood there for a moment in companionable silence—me contemplating whether I had enough snacks for a week of emotional avoidance, and Etienne probably dissecting every little thing Claude ever did, like a tragic poem he couldn’t translate. I let him do that.
He was about to say something again when a voice interrupted him. Thank goodness.
"Excuse me, could you move a bit? You’re blocking the aisle."
We both blinked and turned to see a guy with a basket and an awkward smile, clearly trying not to offend the glowing angel beside me.
"Oh—sorry," Etienne said, quickly pushing the cart to the side.