Chapter 1120:


    Edmond nced at the offered hand but didn’t lift a finger. Instead, he reached toward the side table, plucked up a tangerine, and dropped it squarely into Ethan’s palm—a move so deliberate it was practically a dismissal.


    Ethan looked down at the fruit, an amused breath escaping him. So the handshake wasn’t happening. He adjusted, closing his fingers gently around the tangerine.


    “Ethan,” Edmond said slowly, ignoring the whole gesture. “Yvonne’s fond of tangerines.”


    Ethan chuckled softly, his long fingers already working to peel the fruit with the ease of someone well-practiced at navigating awkward encounters.


    Watching him work so calmly, Edmond gave a faint, unimpressed snort.


    “Mr. Marsh, I can handle this myself,” Yvonne interjected, catching on to Edmond’s unspoken antics.


    “It’s no trouble at all,” Ethan replied, ever unflustered. He handed the now-peeled tangerine toward Yvonne with a gentle smile.


    Before her hand could reach it, Edmond intercepted the gesture with remarkable speed.


    “This one’s a bit cold,” he dered, inspecting it like a suspicious jewel. “Better let me eat it. Wouldn’t want Yvonne getting a stomachache.”


    With that, he popped a segment into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully, never once taking his eyes off Ethan.


    Ethan simply withdrew his hand, the corner of his mouth lifting. “If you like tangerines, I’d be happy to peel another one for you.”


    “That won’t be necessary,” Edmond replied briskly, tossing the half-eaten tangerine aside like it had failed a test.


    He turned to Yvonne, the stern edge in his voice giving way to gentle concern. “Yvonne, I nearly forgot—how are you feeling? Any better?”


    Yvonne smiled and nodded. “I’m alright now. It was just a little low blood sugar.”


    Noticing the tension building between the two men, she quickly tried to soften the mood. “Actually, I owe Mr. Marsh a thank-you today! If he hadn’t been there, I might’ve passed out at the office.”


    “It was nothing,” Ethan said, his gaze warm and unwavering as he looked at her. “I just happened to be workingte. But you really should be more careful with your health.”


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    At those words, Edmond shifted forward, positioning himself directly between Ethan and Yvonne—like a human blockade.


    “Oh? Is that so?” he said, eyes narrowing at Ethan. The man was clearly crossing the line here. This wasn’t concern—this was flirtation, and Edmond wasn’t having it. Since when did bosses speak to their employees with that much tenderness?


    Ethan, caught off guard by Edmond’s piercing gaze, felt momentarily flustered but maintained his polite smile.


    Edmond leaned forward slightly, voice pointed. “So, Ethan, are you done with work? If not, feel free to get back to it.”


    Ethan smiled thinly. “I’ve finished for the day. I thought I’d stay a little longer to look after Yvonne.”


    “I can take care of my granddaughter-inw just fine,” Edmond snapped, his eyes narrowing further. “You young people always assume we old folks are past our prime!” He shot Ethan a provocative look.


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