Chapter 55.
Clara’s Pov.
The duvet was pulled all the way up to my chin, warm and soft over my body as I lay curled on the bed. The afternoon light slipped quietly through the curtains, painting soft shadows across the room. My phone rested against my bent knee, the screen bright with jewelry videos… delicate hands arranging stones, slow close-ups of intricate settings, nothing loud or dramatic… just calming, soothing beauty.
I was so immersed in the little world on my screen that I didn’t even hear the footsteps until the door opened.
Maxwell walked in.
I raised my head a little, and he paused by the entrance for a moment, his eyes sweeping over me… quietly, softly… before he let a slow smile form on his lips.
“Hey…” he murmured.
His voice alone warmed something in my chest.
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