Clara handed Peter a napkin to wipe his sweat. "Thanks." Peter wiped his sweat and took off his jacket.Clara took the jacket from his hand. "I should be the one to say thank you. If it weren’t for you, I'd have to find a handyman myself." "You have to spend a hundred dollars to ask a handyman for on-site service. What's the point of wasting that money? Just call me if there is something that needs to be repaired in the future. I'll try my best to fix it for you. You can save up some money as well," Peter said. "No way." "We've been friends for so many years. You don't have to be shy about it. Besides, Riley is quite fond of Yanny. I'm afraid that Riley will bother you often in the future." "Riley is lovable. Everyone here loves her. You can drop her here if you're too busy with your business in the future. I can help you take care of her. She's cute. I'll take it as babysitting an extra daughter." Clara wished to have a cute daughter once upon a time. However, she would n
Shirley threatened Peter. It was evident that she was after his money. After all, she had lost all the money that she had gotten from their divorce, including the house mortgage. She had listened to her friend and invested all her money in her friend's business. However, the company had failed, and they were heavily in debt. Now, she wanted to take Peter's stall to cover the debt. Peter was enraged, but Shirley's threat put him in a dilemma.Clara stepped forward and coldly looked at Shirley. "I'm only friends with Peter. Go ahead if you want to fabricate any rumor about us, but you'll have to be prepared to bear the consequences. I'll sue anyone who dares to make up rumors about me. In the end, you'll have to publicly apologize and publish a statement in the newspaper to me!" Clara's aura was overbearing. She would stop at nothing to protect her most important person. Shirley felt oppressed as Clara approached her step by step. "You can try if you don't believe me." "You!
Clara knew that Peter's main income now depended on the stall. Riley and he would suffer if he lost the stall. "It's fine if she still wants to come and make trouble, but you shouldn't back down too much. It won't stop if you back down once," Clara reminded. "Got it. Let me know if she comes back to harass you," Peter said. Meanwhile, Wilson was irritated by their interaction. Peter turned to Wilson and said, "Mr. Birch, thank you very much!""Why do you have to thank me? The one I helped out was Clara," Wilson huffed. Peter looked embarrassed because he had made it sound like they were a couple and Wilson was just an outsider. "Did you come here for something?" Clara asked Wilson. "Would you believe me if I said I came over to check on you because I missed you and Yannick?" "Mr. Birch, I think we've made it clear enough between us that you're causing me nothing but distress." "Distress?" Wilson smiled mockingly and pointed to Peter, "What about him? Is he not a dist
Wilson was left in a state of disarray.Peter said with an apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry for making Mr. Birch misunderstand…" "No, I'm sorry for involving you in our affairs." Clara smiled bitterly. Even though Clara repeatedly said it was nothing, Peter was still full of apologies.After Yannick and Mrs. Wells went to bed at night, a car pulled up in front of Clara's store just as she was about to close the shutter door. A figure got out of the car while staggering. Before Clara could react, he hugged her and buried his face in her neck. "Clara…" Wilson called out in a hoarse voice, and he reeked of alcohol. Wilson was drunk. Clara wanted to push him away, but he hugged her tighter the more she pushed him away. Their bodies were pressed tightly together. "What's your problem?!" Clara shouted in a whisper. She was afraid that the commotion would wake up her mother and Yannick. "I only dared to come over after drinking so much…" Wilson laughed unexpectedly an
Clara forgot that the person in front of her was drunk, and what she said irritated him even more. She couldn't stop her tears and choked, "Wilson, don't make me hate you even more." However, everything was futile. –Clara was desperately rinsing herself off with warm water in the hotel bathroom. She hadn't expected something like this to happen after she sent him to the hotel out of goodwill. She desperately wanted to get away from Wilson, but…Clara washed herself for a long time before leaving the bathroom. She felt complicated as her gaze fell on Wilson, who was lying on the bed and sleeping. There was hatred and other indescribable emotions. She quickly put on her clothes and left the hotel without looking back.Tonight was just a nightmare for her. Everything would be back to normal when she woke up later. Mrs. Wells and Yannick were still in deep sleep when she reached home. She did not feel relieved at all. She changed her clothes and threw away the ones
The car from last night pulled up in front of Clara's store once again. Clara was stunned when the man wearing the same suit walked toward her. Her body tensed up, and she subconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt. Wilson looked at Clara. There was guilt and remorse on his face, but he would probably do the same thing again if he was given another chance. He had done what he'd always wanted to do by being intoxicated. Clara had already left the hotel when he woke up. Even though he was drunk, there were some vague snippets of what had happened in his mind. The mess on the bed proved it. "Clara, last night—" Clara jolted and cut him off, "Nothing happened last night. You were drunk, and I sent you to the hotel." "Nothing happened?" Wilson frowned as he fixed his gaze on her. "Do you think that I couldn't remember anything because I was drunk? We had—" "Shut up!" Clara yelled while glaring at him. "Nothing happened last night," she repeated. Their eyes met when Mrs. W
Nothing would have happened last night if she hadn't been nosy. "I'm glad you sent me here," Wilson whispered while leaning in closer to her. "If not, we wouldn't be as intimate as we used to be…" Slap!Clara slapped him hard. A red mark soon formed on Wilson's face. However, he acted as if he didn't feel any pain. "Go on and hit me more if you feel a slap isn't enough to vent your anger. You can't deny that you also had feelings for me. Even though I was drunk, I still remember everything you said. You said that…" "Stop it! Shut up!" Clara covered her ears. She didn't want to hear him out anymore. Every word he said only made her think of that moment last night, making her feel even more pathetic.She didn't want him, but she couldn't control her pathetic body. He took her hands and placed them beside her. He continued to whisper what she had said last night. "Clara, don't resist me since you still have feelings for me. I'll be good to you, I swear. I won't hurt you anym
They were so close yet so far away from each other. "What will it take for you to love me back a little? I don't hope for more…""Nothing," Clara rejected him without any mercy. "I told you that everything is over between us. Let's pretend nothing happened yesterday. I hope that you can forget everything as well!" Wilson looked hurt as he stumbled backward. How could he possibly forget that? Clara took a deep breath, "I hope you won't ever come to my store again. You can contact me by phone regarding Yannick. This is the end for us." She turned around and left after saying that. Wilson was left alone in the room, dumbfounded. His mood changed drastically. He fell to his knees in dismay when the door closed shut. He pounded the ground repeatedly while screaming in agony. -When Clara returned to her store, Mrs. Wells asked concernedly, "Why was he here? What was it about?" "Nothing important, Mom," Clara said. "I made it clear to him that he is not welcome in my store an