Chapter 231

It was Arthur. He had clearly just showered, dressed in deep-blue loungewear. Compared to the sharp authority he carried in tailored suits, he looked different—still commanding, but softened by a hint of lazy ease.

Clara exhaled in relief and opened the door. "You're not staying at the old estate tonight?"

He gave her a sidelong look. The disdain for her half-hearted question was evident. "When ha