Chapter 6 - Little Noah Refuses To Let Go Of Clara
With the ballroom finally emptying out, the heavy silence of the night settled over the vast, glittering estate.
Noah refused to let go of Clara’s neck, wrapping his legs tightly around her waist as she tried to stand up.
“I want Mommy to read me a bedtime story,” Noah whimpered softly, pressing his wet cheek against Clara’s collarbone.
Clara gently patted the little boy’s back, her own tears soaking into the cream-colored fabric of his miniature tuxedo.
“Sweetheart, I am just a maid, I cannot be your mother,” Clara whispered brokenly, fighting back a sob.
Alexander stood watching them from a few feet away, a complex mix of emotions warring within his guarded expression.
“Clara, come with me to the private study; we need to talk about what just happened here tonight,” Alexander instructed quietly.
“I’m going to lose my job, aren't I?” Clara asked, her voice trembling as she clutched Noah closer.
“You aren't losing anything, Clara. Just follow me,” Alexander replied, turning on his heel toward the private elevator.
May you like
The polished mahogany doors slid open smoothly, swallowing them up into the quiet upper sanctum of the Sterling mansion.
---
Related Stories
