Chapter 92

ETHAN PICKED up the gift from the passenger seat and then finally went out of his car after waiting for ten minutes. He was worried that Michelle would follow Marsha but relief washed over him when she didn’t.

Going inside the restaurant, Marsha could not be seen in the tables inside. He instantly went to the alfresco area and saw his daughter who settled in the table near the railings, where she could see the picturesque view. Ethan surveyed the place and felt at ease as he didn’t see any shadow of Jose Bianchi. Smiling, he walked near Marsha’s table, hiding the gift behind him.

Marsha was eating a pasta, and dropped her fork when her eyes landed in his direction.

“It’s you again!” she exclaimed the second he stood up next to her table.

Ethan could not help but feel tense. Right in front of him was his daughter... his own blood. He tried to release some tension by exhaling loudly but it was really hard as even the way Marsha smiled at him made him so tense.

Then the reality struck hi