Never had Richard encountered someone so adept at twisting words to suit their own agenda. He was about to interject when Claire cut him off, leaving no room for argument.
In one swift motion, she jumped out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and darted out like a gust of wind. Watching her flee as if escaping a disaster, Richard smirked coldly.
She kept insisting she wasn't interested, yet her actions screamed otherwise, always seizing any chance to linger close. What a hypocritical, conniving woman. The thought of someone like her sticking around disgusted him.
Meanwhile, Claire had bolted out of the bedroom and headed straight for the bathroom. But as she passed the kitchen, Sophia's sharp voice stopped her in her tracks.
"What's with all the shouting so early? Don't you know Moth
