Chapter 24: Reporting to the Harper Clan

Clara adjusted the collar of her shirt, pressing her hands against his chest,

"Don't say nonsense, I'll go run the bath for you."

Edward Harper held onto her without letting go,

"I'm not blind, I know every inch of you. Did you secretly have surgery behind my back?"

The more absurd his words got, the more Clara was bothered by his previous comment about her being a 'flat-chested nail,'

"Edward Harper, look carefully, I'm not flat, okay! I didn't have surgery, they're soft!"

Edward Harper let out a light laugh from his throat,

"I can't confirm if they're soft until I check myself. Since you haven't let me touch you recently, who's to say you didn't sneak something inside?

Besides, I'm not some tree to hang peppers on; that part needs your verification."

Clara blushed deeply, unsure who had been drinking, as the atmosphere became awkward. She averted her gaze, avoiding eye contact. To her, at any moment, he was like a seductive demon.