Chapter 2078

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