Chapter 45

Clara's POV

I groaned in agony as I wrenched my arm once again.

"Are you having trouble with this?" Someone spoke up.

I saw Leonardo as I glanced up. Angrily, he glanced at Kevin, his fist already clenched.

Since our unpleasant incident, in which I spilled detergent all over his shirt and paperwork, I hadn't seen him. What was he doing here, I wonder? He had the appearance of someone you wouldn't expect to find in a location other than a five-star hotel.

Kevin swiftly released my arm and turned his back on me, acting like nothing had occurred.

To ease the discomfort in my wrist, I twisted my arm. His hand had left its mark on my wrist, a scarlet bruise.

I said, "No, he was just walking away." I spoke a little shakily.

Kevin glanced at me, then at Leonardo, and then paced away.

It took me some time to compose myself. I had never seen him so insane; he was lost in drink and incapable of thinking clearly.

"Are you alright?" Leo enquired. He sat down next to me.

"I'm okay," I was able to