No Strings Attached

Chapter 11

lan’s gaze faltered, a cold glint passing through his eyes as they settled on Clara. “If you’re feeling suicidal, be my guest,” he said with ice in his voice.

Clara’s delicate face twisted with a mock smirk. “And what makes you think I haven’t been through it? What if I just lost 2000 milliliters of blood? Would you still have me donate to her?”

“Clara, cut the drama, lan snapped. “At most, a woman loses about 60 milliliters during her period. If you’re going to make excuses, at least make them believable.”

A bitter smile tugged at Clara’s lips. She couldn’t have made it clearer, yet he refused to believe her.

Even a little concern from him would have prompted him to ask. If he knew her at all, he would understand she wasn’t the type to leave someone in the lurch.

That was the difference between love and indifference.

A mere scratch on Heidi had sent him into a panic. Yet, he hadn’t noticed at all when Clara had gone through a dangerous miscarriage.

heartache, Clara’s eyes caught sight of a figure at the door of the hospital room. She froze in place. The day Clara had her miscarriage, she had seen a shadow during her moment of unconsciousness. A man’s gentle and low call echoed in her ears. When she forced her eyes open, she had seen the very man standing before her now.

his arm tightly, pleading in a whisper, “Please, save me.”

her a handsome guy with

a self–deprecating laugh, Clara approached the man identified as Edwin. “Are you Heidi’s brother?” she

voice soothing. “Ms. Clara, if there’s anything wrong with your health, I

had a twisted sense of humor. The very man she had wanted to

may I have a word with you in private?”

grip tightened around her wrist. “What do you need him for? Can’t you say whatever

“Why should you be privy to my words?”

when did you become so unreasonable,

it you who’s heartless?” Without waiting for lan’s response, she broke free from his grasp.