Chapter 76

Alexander's sharp question shattered the fragile harmony in the room. Clara glanced briefly at Wren, the faint smile on her face fading away. Speaking softly to Alexander, she said, "I'm going to cook," and headed straight for the kitchen without waiting for a response. Alexander watched her reaction, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he turned to get a better look at Wren. Recognition flashed across his face. He'd seen Wren before. The heir to the Zachman family—what was he doing here? And judging by the tension, it was clear he had a significant history with Clara. Wren, on the other hand, was glaring at Alexander with a gaze that could pierce steel. "Who are you?" Alexander smirked, unbothered. "Why should I tell you?" With that, he turned on his heel and walked into the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves as if he belonged there. Clara, surprisingly, didn't stop him. Wren stood frozen, his hands clenching tightly at his sides as he watched the two of them talking