Chapter 202

The daydream-y prince face instantly flipped to cold, aloof king mode. His eyes, honestly, looked like they could kill through the door. "I'll get it," Julian Archer walked over from the dining room. As he casually passed by Claire Richards, he gave her a light pat on the hip. "Go on with your stuff. Don’t bother." Claire, deadpan, almost replied she really had no interest in bothering at all. "Fine. Your mess, you deal with it." She turned and headed back to her room. They both knew who it was — nine times out of ten, Tessa Howard must’ve cornered Kenneth Hall or Michael Reed into bringing her here. Whatever excuse she came up with, she’d make it work. After all, she came as the so-called chairman’s wife. Julian opened the door. No surprises. Right there, that familiar face. Tessa stood with a hopeful tension that quickly cracked; the moment she saw Julian, the breath practically left her body. Next to her, Kenneth looked completely defeated. She’d been poking around all morning askin