"Claire, why are you running?"
Gilbert had just paid the bill when he looked up and saw Claire hurrying out with her bag. In just a few strides, he caught up to her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her aside. His expression was dark.
"Are you in such a rush to get back to Alvin Nelson?"
"No," Claire replied quickly, forcing a smile. "I just want to return to work early. Uncle Morgan called and said I should head back."
Gilbert studied her face. "You're the boss. Who would dare rush you?"
"It's not about that," she said quietly. "There's just a lot going on at the company right now."
"No more overtime. We're picking up the kids together later," Gilbert said firmly. Without giving her a chance to argue, he pulled her upstairs toward the guest room. "First, you need proper rest."
Claire didn't want to lie down, but Gilbert's expression was so severe that she didn't dare protest. Reluctantly, she climbed into the bed.
