Clara
Once we reached outside, Mr. Wallace bowed his head low, worry flickering in his eyes. “I just hope I’m not in any sort of trouble,” he murmured, his voice uneasy.
“Oh no, Mr. Wallace,” I assured him with a small smile. “Get home safe. And please send my regards to your mate and your child.”
He bowed again before turning away, relief softening his shoulders as he headed off.
I let out a long sigh.
Honestly… Abel’s jealousy was exactly what I needed today.
Sorry, Mr Wallace—you were the perfect tool for it.
But when I turned around, there he was.
Abel.
Standing just a few feet away, watching me with that unreadable expression. And yet… he kept his distance. Why? Was he still avoiding me? Still holding himself back when he wants me close to him.
“Um, I guess I’ll excuse you,”
