Clara's heart tightened. She knew she couldn't hide anything from Sullivan, and now he was here to confront her.
Trying to keep her demeanor light, she nestled against Sullivan, adopting a playful tone. "How are you so smart? I thought my little tricks wouldn't get caught!"
"What exactly did you do?" Sullivan inhaled deeply, his patience tested. He had a hunch, but he wanted Clara to confess.
Clara's gaze flickered away, guilt creeping in. "Just some fun little enhancements... harmless, really."
Under Sullivan's intense questioning, she felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. 'If Sullivan hadn't refused to touch me, would I really have resorted to such underhanded tactics?'
"Clara, you..." Sullivan faltered, struggling to find the right words. He couldn't exactly say she disappointe
