Chapter 198

Chapter 198

Scarlett’s POV

I felt a faint tickling on my feet as I stirred in my sleep, my senses slowly awakening. The warm, familiar scent of sandalwood and cinnamon enveloped me, pulling me further from the haze of rest. Groggily, opened my eyes, and there they were-Maxwell and Clay, standing in my room. Maxwell held a feather in his hand, his smirk unmistakable. It didn’t take much to gure out where the tickle had come from.

“Overworked yourself today, didn’t you?” Maxwell teased, his tone lighthearted, and Clay chuckled softly beside him.

I sat up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, and glanced at the clock. Nine in the evening. I had slept longer than I intended.

“Elsa has been waiting for you since eight, Maxwell added, his teasing tone fading as he reminded me of my overdue appointment. I glanced at Clay for confirmation, and he nodded.

“And the meal we made for you is cold,” Clay said, his voice quieter, tinged with care. “But I’m sure Elsa.” His gaze lingered on me, assessing.