Chapter 142

Arthur had a sharp tongue.

Clara shook her head, grabbed her phone from the bed, and froze at the screen. Seven hours.

It took a moment to remember the promise she'd mumbled before falling asleep. Clearing her throat, she stammered, "I-I must've been out cold. Give me a minute."

She hung up, freshened up in record time, and changed clothes.

When she opened the door, Arthur leaned against the wall,