Chapter 175

When she got up from the hot spring pool, she only then noticed the new clothes she could wear on the chair beside her.

She slowly put on her clothes, sat on the chair and rested for a while. After soaking in the hot spring, it seemed like every pore had opened up and her mind had become much clearer.

She took out her phone to send him a message, but saw Clara asking her where she was. It turned out that an hour had passed without her realizing it.

She quickly got up and walked outside, but when she turned a corner, she suddenly collided with a man walking towards her.

The man's cheeks were adorned with a silver mask, tall and imposing.

Unlike Hunter's cold and dull demeanor, this person's temperament was like a unsheathed blade, as if getting even a little closer could result in being cut.

Lena's nose hurt from the collision, so she quickly apologized and hurriedly entered the nearby elevator.

The man did not come in, but instead walked further into the darkness.

Lena watched his back and raised her hand to rub her still slightly sore nose.

I always felt a familiar scent from the man.

When she was going downstairs, she finally saw Clara at the exit.

Clara saw a shimmer in her eyes and felt a bit confused, "What's wrong?"

He was bumped by someone, and that man was wearing a silver mask, exuding a strong presence.

Clara raised an eyebrow and smiled, "The only person in the entire Wraith Manor who dares to wear a silver mask is the rumored owner. You're quite lucky, I've been here so many times and haven't seen him even once."

Lena was a little surprised. Was that person so difficult to meet?

She followed Clara outside, still feeling a little worried about Mr. H.

Clara looked troubled and wondered, "What's the matter with you? Who bit you?"

Her fingertips touched Lena's neck.

Lena had just not felt the bite, and she also didn't notice her reflection when she came out of the hot spring pool. It was only when she was reminded that she realized it.

She quickly raised her hand and covered it, "My boyfriend bit me."

The two of them had already gotten on the car at this moment. Clara remained silent for several seconds before reluctantly speaking up.

"Could it be Hayden? If it's really him, I won't be friends with you anymore. I've heard that Hayden seems to have been subjected to the Reid family's disciplinary action. They say they're going to cancel his engagement with Leah. Leah has now become the laughingstock of the entire Westfell."

Did Lena chase for so many years, finally keeping the clouds away and seeing the moonlight?

Lena felt complicated and sighed.

"It wasn't him, it was a waiter I met at Wraith Manor."

Clara's face turned indescribable, "Is he one of those waiters who specialize in special services? Lena, you know how they always say one thing to people's faces and another thing behind their backs. You haven't fallen for their sweet words, have you? No wonder you liked Hayden back then, you're just a hopeless romantic."

Lena leaned back, "He was different from the others."

Clara felt like it was over, as everyone who fell in love with working in nightclubs would say. No matter how she thought she was different from others, in the end, she would realize that fundamentally there was no difference.

In the eyes of others, it was just a financial transaction.

When the car was driving forward, it was suddenly stopped by another luxury car.

And the luxury car came straight towards us, only a few centimeters away from crashing.

Clara immediately stepped on the brake and indeed saw Zander getting out of the car across the street.

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, immediately putting the car keys into Lena's hand.

"Lena, could you please help me drive the car back tonight?"

Lena got off the car, sat in the driver's seat, and saw Zander grabbing Clara's wrist and pulling her towards his own car.

Clara raised her hand and slapped him, and he suddenly cupped her face and kissed her.

Because Wraith Manor is a remote place, located in the outskirts, there were not many cars around at the moment.

Clara took several steps back and was pressed against the black luxury car.

"Zander, enough!"

Zander's mouth was smeared with bloodstains, but he didn't care as he licked his lips. "Clara, I heard that you were going to introduce Rodolfo to your parents?"

Clara's chest was slightly rising and falling, with one hand tightly gripping the edge of the car door.

"This was my own business, there was no need to report it to you."

She took a deep breath, and her tone suddenly softened. "From now on, we are all one family. Don't treat him like an enemy anymore. You should call him brother-in-law."

Zander suddenly laughed, with a dark look in his eyes.

Clara was actually a little afraid that he would go crazy, frowning, "Don't call my name, be respectful, just call me sister. If you come to find me like this, the Farley family will cause trouble for me again. Zander, stop being stubborn."

As soon as Clara finished speaking, Zander tightly gripped her wrist and threw her into the car.

Her head was spinning from hitting the chair, and before she could react, he pounced on her.

"You played me like a dog, making me call you sister when you wanted to kick me away, wanting me and clinging to my waist calling me husband. How many true words do you actually have in your mouth?"

The car door was forcefully shut, and in the cramped space, the man's aura instantly became fierce.

The space inside the carriage was spacious enough. Clara wanted to climb up, but he held her chest tightly.

She took a deep breath and said, "I have said it many times before, that time I was drunk, it was an accident."

Zander slowly pressed down, one hand going down, directly tearing open her fabric and exploring inside.

She gasped a few times and wanted to continue fanning with her hand, but he suddenly exerted a force.

"Zander!"

Zander pulled out his finger and twirled it gently. "You may say it with your mouth, but your body tells the truth. Is Rodolfo really useless and unable to satisfy you?"

As soon as the words fell, Clara slapped again.

His head tilted to the side, and he was slapped so hard that there were five red marks on his cheek.

Clara was also feeling very upset and hurt. In the past, her relationship with Zander was very good, very good indeed. She only thought of him as clingy because of their childhood bond, but she never expected that he had been harboring such thoughts all along.

That time she was indeed drunk, but he wasn't drunk. Does it mean that he doesn't even know whose name she called?

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, but in the end, she couldn't resist her soft heart. Slowly, she reached out and touched his face, asking, "Does it hurt?"

After all, people who have grown up together since childhood, even if they raise a cat or a dog, cannot be without emotions.

Zander was always seen as a younger brother in her eyes, and she never had any other thoughts about him.

Zander sneered, "You might as well have slapped me to death."

Clara had not failed to understand his sharp tongue, and she began rummaging through the medical kit in the car. However, there was none in his car, so she could only use her hands to massage him.

Ever since that incident, she had been avoiding people, but Zander, after that day, seemed to have misunderstood something and became very suspicious of her, to the point where it affected her normal social interactions. Not only that, but he also harbored hostility towards every male around her.

When they had a falling out, the people around her couldn't believe it and even said, "Isn't Zander a sister's boy?"

When she was massaging him, his hands had already taken advantage and wrapped around her waist.

Clara was even more helpless, "Zander, stop being stubborn. We are not children anymore."

That thing happened three years ago, and both of us should have let it go.

Zander, on the other hand, did not. When she left the Farley family, he deliberately opposed her and used some childish means to snatch away her initial clients.

In the past three years, she almost hid and hid.

Her position in the Farley family was already awkward, and if it was known that they were living in sin, her reputation would have plummeted.

If she truly loved Zander, maybe she wouldn't even care about this, but she doesn't love him.