Sebastian"Oh, Mr. Sebastian, you poor thing," Clara murmured softly.I felt the cushion beside me dip down. I looked up, rubbing my tired eyes, and saw that Clara had sat down right next to me on the sofa.Normally, Clara kept a strict, professional distance. She was just a maid—she knew her place, kept her head down, and spoke only when spoken to. But right now, she was sitting uncomfortably close."You've been stressing yourself sick over her for days," Clara whispered, her voice taking on a strange, sweet, almost intimate tone. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against my shoulder, sliding down toward my arm. "You shouldn't torture yourself like this over someone who clearly doesn't appreciate how hard you tried to protect her."A cold prickle of discomfort brushed against the back of my neck. I shifted my weight, pulling slightly away from her touch."Clara, thank you, but... I'm just tired," I said, my voice heavy. "Please just go back to your duties.""Are you sure
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