Chapter 115: Clayton Property
Rain quickly moved away, her cheeks flushed. "My pie. I need to check it." She hurried to the oven, struggling to calm her racing heartbeat. Alexander had a way of taking her breath away in moments like these.
"I’ll go up and get ready," he had said simply. Rain nodded at him with an awkward smile, realizing that if Chef Philip hadn’t interrupted, Alexander might have kissed her again. Then her forehead creased as she recalled his fierce and serious words. The intensity of his protectiveness left her feeling deeply cared for.
She shook her head abruptly, trying to dispel the lingering intensity of the moment. Her face was burning with embarrassment. She was just relieved that Alexander had retreated and gone away for now.
"I’m sorry... I think I intruded on the moment," Chef Philip remarked as he returned to the kitchen.
"It’s nothing," Rain said, waving it off. "Can you continue with this? I’ll just get ready." She gave him a grateful nod before heading upstairs.
Once inside, Rain found two servants organizing her belongings.
"Sir Alexander asked us to move all your things to his bedroom," one of the maids informed her. Rain nodded and quickly selected the clothes she intended to wear for the day, placing them on the bed and telling the maids she would use them.
’He’s acting so fast,’ she thought, puzzled by his direct involvement in instructing the maids. Rain tried to dismiss her own assumptions but was still left speechless by Alexander’s swift actions.
Breakfast proceeded as usual, filled with her father-in-law’s lively conversation. He seemed well-informed about the various situations, even involving Aunt Melanie.