Mine

Andre's eyes darted towards Clara, as though confirming the sly Viscount's words. With a feigned amusement, he replied calmly, "Do you need help with your boredom?"

But even as he spoke, he took hold of Clara's hands, linking them in his. There was ruffling of papers on the other side, followed by that chuckle she found unsettling.

"Exactly, brother. You can't deny that you have all the interesting people around you. So just give me Clara, or set up a meeting for me tomorrow. I'll make the proposition to her, it will be strictly professional, I promise."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Viscount laughed, lowering his voice. "C'mmon, we both know how you hold onto things till they get suffocated and have to flee in order to get away. You are well familiar with that, aren't you?"

Andre's muscles ticked and flexed in quick succession. She was truly confused at this point, wondering what Tony was talking about and why such cryptic words had Andre reacting so visibly.

What the fuck was he