Claire's POV
After breakfast, I stood up, ready to leave, but Evander wasn't going to make it that easy.
"I would like to talk to you," Evander said, his voice firm as he stepped in front of me, stopping me in my tracks.
I turned to face him, my glare sharp. "Mr. Kensington, as I have made very clear, I don't want to see you, let alone talk to you. So, I suggest you stay out of my way and stop spying on me. Whom I meet and what I do is none of your business!"
Evander sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I understand you are angry, Claire. But don't forget— you were the one who gave me three months to win you back. Since I am doing exactly that, I have every right to take care of you during this time."
I froze for a moment, caught off guard by his audacity. His words were firm but not without a trace of emotion, as if he truly believed what he was saying.
