Chapter 272

Clara didn't even have the energy for kissing or cuddling. She was a healthy young woman, but work had drained her until nothing remained—not even the desire for affection.

Arthur gave her a cool glance. "Then go take a shower. Or are you waiting for me to sing you a lullaby?"

'A lullaby,' she thought.

Arthur had actually sung her to sleep once, long ago.

The night her parents died, a thunderstorm