Chapter 65.
Clara’s Pov.
It’s morning already and I am at the dining table, waiting for Maxwell to come join me, but it’s been twenty minutes since the housekeeper served breakfast and he has yet to arrive.
I sat on the chair, tapping my fingers on my thighs and randomly staring at the dining entrance to see if he was coming… but he wasn’t.
My patience ran thin… or no, maybe I was just worried about what was taking him so long, so I stood up, pushing the chair back with a soft scrape.
The house felt too quiet, almost like it was holding its breath. Maybe I was overthinking… maybe he was on a call or handling business and that could be the reason he hadn't seen my message yet.
It's been two days since we arrived and in these two days, Maxwell has been taking care of me, just the sam
