"He asked me to win you over so you wouldn't pay attention to Carlotta," I explained to Clark.
He fixed his gaze on me, his eyes filled with concern.
"What did you tell him?" he asked earnestly.
"I refused, and then..."
"Then what happened?" he pressed, his expression deepening as he focused on my cheek. "Did he hit you?" His brow furrowed as he took my chin gently, inspecting both sides of my face.
Luckily, there were no visible marks; I had quickly pressed my cheek against cold water and applied ointment.
"It’s nothing," I replied, trying to pull away from his touch. "What I can't accept is that he would rather offer me to his enemy for his own gain."
I observed the tension in his shoulders rise and fall violently before he took a swift drink from his glass. He slammed it down on
