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.

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

clutching his arm tightly, pleading in a

Sasha told her a handsome guy with glasses

a self–deprecating laugh, Clara approached the man identified as

nodded slightly, his voice soothing. “Ms. Clara, if there’s anything wrong with

in resignation. Fate sure had a twisted sense of humor. The very man she had wanted to

smile, she said, “Mr. Edwin, may I have a word with you in private?”

she was about to lead Edwin to the nearby stairwell, lan’s grip tightened around her wrist. “What do you need him for? Can’t you say whatever it is in

be privy to my

when did you become

it me who’s unreasonable, or is it you who’s heartless?” Without waiting for lan’s response, she broke