Chapter 461

The moment she saw Arthur frown, Clara changed tack mid-sentence. "Wrong question. What I meant was, who taught you to mix the filling?"

Arthur had claimed he had made the muffins himself. If he said he had made them, then he had made them. If he said the sun rose in the west, she would not argue. It was better than enduring his passive-aggressive remarks again.

Arthur shot her a sidelong glance.