Chapter 122

Claire didn't flinch under his stare. She just didn't get it. Last night he was at least civil, but today? He looked at her like she was some kind of enemy. And it's not like she said anything to offend him when talking to Aunt Beatrice earlier. But honestly? Claire let it go fast. Their relationship was already on the rocks—sooner or later they'd go their separate ways. No point overanalyzing his mood swings. If he hated her now, so be it. Like she'd said before—not everyone has to like her, and Nelson Cooper was absolutely allowed to dislike her too. She kept eating her breakfast slowly, not in a rush. After she left the table, Nelson didn't even glance her way again. He grabbed the suit jacket off the couch, then bent down to pick up his phone from the coffee table and held the power button. Mrs. Lewis came out of the kitchen with a bowl of barley porridge just in time to see his empty bowl and his back heading away. She called out, "Sir, you're off to work already? You're not eatin