Chapter 466

"Claire, do you feel like something’s... off?" Hanson Bentley lowered his gaze, noting the way her hand limply rested at her side before his eyes moved up to her conflicted expression. "Or is it that you’re still confused about something?" He leaned in slightly so they were eye level again, his tone steady with a hint of reassurance. "Why don't you just say it straight? Makes it easier for both of us. If I did something wrong and don’t even realize it, you telling me might help, don’t you think? If you don’t speak up, how would I know you're upset?" Claire Thompson lifted her eyes, locking stares with him, a bit baffled. His voice was calm and gentle, his attitude genuinely open. Compared to those arrogant rich boys, at least he didn’t make her look up to him when he apologized—he physically lowered himself to her level instead. "You… really don’t know?" Her tone was half skeptical. Hanson chuckled softly. "What is it I’m supposed to know?" Usually, he was the one pointing fingers. No