Chapter 214

Clara turned stiffly and saw Arthur leaning against his doorframe. His dark eyes were fixed on her. He looked freshly showered, his damp black hair falling casually over his forehead. Without his usual sharp edge, he exuded an easy, domestic air. He looked refreshing, disarmingly handsome.

Clara felt utterly defeated. "You overthink."

No, that wasn't right. She was the one overthinking. How could