Caught in His Arms

When Clara came to Declan's ward and looked at his handsome face, she wanted to beat him to a pulp. "Is something wrong?" She tried to remain calm.

Seeing Clara's behavior, Declan thought she was probably sulking. So, when the things he wanted to explain came to his lips, he suddenly felt there was no need to say it.

"What did you eat downstairs?" He asked awkwardly.

"Meal."

"What kind of meal?"

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