CLAIRE'S POV
Realizing how stupid my question was, I lowered my head to hide my embarrassment.
But I caught Maxwell’s movement pause mid-motion, the half-peeled egg resting in his hand.
For a second, I thought I had guessed correctly—but then he simply went back to his task, calm as ever.
He neatly placed the egg on my plate, then wiped his fingers before folding his hands together.
A low laugh escaped him, smoothing the tense atmosphere instantly.
“Ms. Blake, I admire your confidence,” he began, his tone light but edgy. “But too much confidence can be dangerous.”
Heat crept into my cheeks as I lowered my gaze again and pressed my teeth into my lip.
I was just trying to reason out why he was doing these things, okay? If this was him seeking an alliance with me, he wouldn’t need to
