No Strings Attached

Chapter 31

Dawson replied immediately, “Ms. Clara has been in your office for about half an hour

now.”

Something heavy seemed to slam against lan’s chest. His voice deepened, “Cancel the rest of my schedule.” With that, he strode toward his office, his long legs taking swift, determined steps.

When he pushed open the door, the first thing he saw was the familiar silhouette in front of the floor–to–ceiling window.

The girl was dressed simply: a black tee and an olive–green miniskirt. Her hair was loosely tied up in a messy bun, revealing a swan–like, delicate neck. Her legs were long and slender, almost glowing.

lan’s gaze lingered for a mere second, but it was enough to set a fire burning somewhere within him. He suppressed the turmoil brewing inside and walked casually up to Clara, his voice low and magnetic. “Have you figured it out?”

Clara slowly turned around, her gaze indifferent as she looked at lan. Her delicate face seemed to bear traces of dried tears, her eyes still misty. Yet, there was a resolute air about her, as if she were marching toward her own execution.

whispered his name, biting down on

She was about to become the kind of person she loathed the most, ready to trade her body

going back to how things were with lan. The chasm between them was likely too vast to

hand gently pressing against Clara’s pale lips, his

her, each touch reigniting the intense longing

a step back, her expression blank as she held his gaze. “My dad’s health isn’t good. He

closer, wrapping his arms around her, cradling her face, and murmured in a husky voice, “Okay, he’ll be home in a few days.”

of effort

“Agreed.”

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