CHAPTER 31
Clara's POV
I was still trying to compose myself, my face still burning from the earlier embarrassment, when there was a knock at the door.
I walked over to answer it, expecting it to be the service lady with our food. I opened the door, and she smiled politely as she wheeled in the food cart.
I stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in, and she began to set up the food on the small table.
Spencer was sitting on the chair opposite that table, his towel-clipped legs crossed, looking like the epitome of relaxed.
I, on the other hand, was still trying to play it cool.
The service lady handed me the bill, her eyes flicking to Spencer for a brief moment, and then sticking. I instantly caught that.
And I was not pleased.
For reasons I'm yet to know.
Her gaze lingered on hi
