Chapter 133

Clara's hands stilled over the cutlery. She hadn't expected Arthur to remember. Something inside her softened, like silk folded with care, leaving delicate creases behind.

"Mr. Kensington." A female voice floated in before the door fully opened. Audrey smiled as she stepped inside. "Oh, Cla too. Hello."

Clara blinked in surprise. The flutter she had felt earlier vanished at once. "Ms. Prescott."

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