Lucian stared at her, his face calm, unreadable. His dark eyes didn’t move from hers, but there was no welcome in them.
“Why are you here?” he asked flatly, dragging his eyes back to his laptop like she didn’t matter.
Clara stood tall in front of his desk, hands on her hips. “I heard you’ve been spending time with another woman,” she said, her voice softer than her words. “While I’ve been waiting for you. Like a fool.”
For a second, something flickered in her eyes...hurt. But it was gone just as fast.
Lucian gave her the briefest glance, one brow lifting. “Have you been keeping tabs on me again?” His voice stayed low, even. Cold. “Didn’t I already warn you to stop that crap?”
Clara scoffed and crossed her arms. “If I don’t watch you, how else would I know you’re running around with ot
