Jenna Roland did have a job, but it was one she couldn't bring herself to mention.

She stole a glance at Ethan Roscente. Seeing his calm expression, she exhaled in relief.

"I'm currently unemployed," she murmured to Sophie Roscente, forcing a faint smile.

Vanessa Galatea sneered inwardly. How dare this escort girl pretend to be virtuous? If not for Ethan's presence, she would've exposed the hypocrite already.

"Not working is fine. Focusing on family is more important," Sophie said kindly.

Jenna lowered her head, fingers twisting the hem of her shirt unconsciously.

After dinner, Sophie offered to help clean up. Jenna quickly declined. When Ethan rolled up his sleeves to assist, her heart skipped a beat. She pulled Vanessa into the living room.

Vanessa's eyes widened. The CEO of HM Group doing dishes? The sight shattered her worldview.

"Vanessa, any plans later?" Sophie asked.

A calculated glint flashed in Vanessa's eyes. "I heard about a new high-end club. Want to check it out? My treat."

She smirked internally. Let's see Jenna keep up her act there.

"Sure, I'll return the favor next time," Sophie agreed cheerfully.

They bid Ethan goodbye and left.

In the kitchen, Jenna stole hesitant glances at Ethan. The sound of running water filled the silence. Gathering courage, she spoke, "Ethan... are you free today?"

It was the first time she'd called him by name.

His hands stilled almost imperceptibly. He lowered his gaze to hide the flicker in his eyes, voice cool as ever. "Nothing urgent."

"I have work tonight," Jenna's voice grew smaller. "Off at eleven. Should I... bring you supper?"

"Hmm." His monosyllabic reply didn't stop his eyes from following her movements.

After cleaning, Jenna went to fetch her bag. When she emerged, Ethan was on a phone call. Seeing her, he immediately lowered his voice.