Chapter 170

The steam in the hot spring seemed even thicker now. A bird flitted across the courtyard, the only sound was the gentle ripple of water. No one knew how much time had passed before Ethan quietly carried Clara into the room. It was the first time they'd spent the night in the same bed. He held her tight, like he might break her if he let go. His expression was soft, almost pained. "I'm sorry." His voice was low, muffled against the crook of her neck. Clara's eyes were still tinged red from crying. "There's no need to be sorry. We both agreed to this." After everything that had happened, her mindset had clearly shifted. Honestly, the moment she said yes to coming here with Mr. Blackwell, she'd already been prepared for it all. Just not... this fast. "I'll take responsibility," Ethan said firmly, his voice hoarse with sincerity. He wasn't the type to run after crossing a line. "I don't want anyone to know about us. At least not for now," Clara said calmly, more serious than usual. "I just