He had showered and changed into more comfortable clothes. At the moment, he was lounging on the sofa. His shirt's lax fit exposed his fine collarbone.

Claudia clenched her hands into fists at the sight of it. She wanted to reach out and run her fingers over his collarbones. She groaned inwardly.

Lately, her thoughts seemed to be becoming more and more corrupted.

Claudia shook her head to clear her mind of any impure thoughts. She then got herself some water and went to sit on the sofa, where she waited for Bennett to finish his call. She would ask him what he wanted for dinner afterward.

Shortly after she sat down, she overheard Bennett say, "No, we won't go. I know you won't welcome my wife there.

The person on the other end of the line said something, but Bennett did not respond this time. The warm glow of the setting sun illuminated his face, highlighting his perfectly chiseled jawline and giving him an air of commanding superiority.

Claudia pressed her lips together. The person Bennett was talking to must be his father Benico,

“Whatever

."

With that, Bennett ended the call.

It seemed that he did not notice when Claudia sat on the sofa because he suddenly stood up without even looking at her. He walked to the French window and gazed outside.

Claudia leaned on the sofa's arm and studied him. As the sun went down, Bennett's silhouette became increasingly gloomier and more forlorn.

An invisible hand squeezed her heart, making her frown a little. She set the glass down on the coffee table, approached the man, and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging her from behind.

“What should we have for dinner?"

Bennett tilted his head a little and caught a glimpse of Claudia's face, which was peeking from behind him.

The coldness in his gaze melted the moment his eyes met her bright ones.

“I've ordered your favorite dishes."

He then looked down at his phone to check the time.

"It should be here in about ten minutes."

"okay."

Claudia gave Bennett a questioning look.

“Are you upset?"

Bennett raised a brow upon hearing her words.

"What makes you think that?" A twin tinge of redness appeared on each of Claudia's cheeks, “I just heard you talking to someone on the phone."