Chapter 31
Clara's POV
"What the f**k is wrong with you, Maxwell?", I fumed.
Maxwell looked certifiably clueless, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
His cluelessness only heightened my already sour mood. "Are you kidding me right now?", I glared. "Last night's dinner."
Silence descended upon us for a few seconds. "I'm not following."
"Don't you get it?", I growled out. "The dinner was a disaster."
"What do you mean?"Maxwell raised a brow. "I'm pretty sure I impressed your friend."
I pressed my lips together in frustration, frown lines now appearing between my brows. If I mention Ruby's disposition towards him, things will only heighten and not in a good way.
"You called her out for being an artist."
"I only stated a general fact", he huffed out.
