Chapter 343

Declan picked up the file on the passenger seat, bent down, and slid in. His gaze was gentle, full of concern. "Not sure how to face Art now?"

Clara averted her eyes. Her voice came out hoarse. "Something like that."

Even with that contract between them, she could no longer convince herself.

How ironic. The man she had trusted without question for nine years as a child, the same one who had driven