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Chapter 67.
Clara’s Pov.
A soft exhale slipped past my lips, my fingers still intertwined with Maxwell’s, warm and steady arms, while he spoke calmly with a business official beside us.
His voice stayed low, polite and controlled…. Carrying the kind of confidence that didn’t need force to be felt. As he spoke, a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
Because of how gentle he was with me, I had suddenly forgotten that he had this cold, dark and dangerous aura that clung to him like a second skin.
Conversation went on, but every now and then, Maxwell’s thumb brushed lightly against my knuckles, absentmindedly grounding me without him even trying.
I stayed close to him, listening without really listening, because my eyes kept drifting across the room again till they met wit
