After sending the message, Richard didn't linger in place.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city lights illuminating the night.
The events of the day replayed in his mind like scenes from a movie, over and over again.
And at the center of it all, one figure kept appearing the most—Claire.
Claire remained calm and composed when Ruby accused her and exuded confidence as she created her artwork on the spot. And just now, Claire, with her mischievous smile during their conversation.
Richard suddenly realized that the rumors he'd heard about Claire were gradually being replaced by these vivid, genuine, and far more beautiful impressions.
But what was this feeling?
He frowned, struggling to organize his scattered thoughts. Before he could make sense of it,
