Chapter 427

For a moment, the air around the dinner table froze.

Clara knew exactly what he meant, but uncertainty churned inside her. She instinctively looked up.

Under the warm glow of the chandelier, Arthur's sharp features seemed even more defined—stern, cool, distant, as if carved from stone.

She almost doubted her own hearing. Had those words truly come from his mouth?

But when his dark eyes met hers, s