Alexander raised an eyebrows, letting out a shout laugh. “Are you interrogating me? Why would I feel the need to answer you?–
When leaned forward, histone measured but tim. “It’s not an interrogation. I’m just worried about clara. As someone who’s been her guardian since she was a child, I need to know who’s around her. It’s only then that Lean have peace of mind.”
He could have someone investigate Alexander’s background, but gathering information would take time in a place as remote as this. A direct conversation seemed
moperit
Alexander caught the scrutinizing look in Wren’s eyes and smiled to himself. The irony wasn’t lost on him. When he first met Clara, he’d been the one suspicious at her motives, percing her as someone trying to get close to him for personal pain.
Now, the roles were revised, and Wren was sitting across from him, questioning his intentions,
You think I deliberately approached her with some ulterior motive?” Alexander asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
When straightened his posture, adopting a calm tone that carried a quiet authority. “You’ve got it wrong. I just want to understand why Clara suddenly decided to come all the way out here for voluntary teaching
And I’d like to know what your relationship with her is. Why is she so comfortable with you?”
When’s words were deliberate, but the tension in his voice betrayed him.
Clers had always been a magnet for attention, even as a child–smart, charming, and undeniably beautiful. As she grew older, admirers flocked to her. But after a
the dent dating her school years, Wren had become tiercely protective of her.
He remembered the time she’d rejected a classmate’s advances, only for the boy to retaliate by spreading malicious rumors about her. It had taken Wren stepping
silence the rumors and clean up the mess.
After that, Wren had made it a point to set strict boundaries for Clara, urging her to be cautious, especially around men. But now, here she was, seemingly nguarded around Almunder. She had allowed him into her home–her personal space and Wren couldn’t fathom how quickly this level of trust had formed.
toh ten his expression cold and controlled, but the tension in the room was palpable. “This is between Clara and ine. It has nothing to do with you.”
en said, his voice low and full of waming. “Whatever you’re thinking, give it up. She’ll always be mine.”
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