No Strings Attached

Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Where else could he be if not in the dining room?

Dawson felt a twinge of apprehension and sprinted upstairs. When he barged into the bedroom, he was greeted by a pungent haze of smoke that set him off into a coughing fit. Clutching his nose, he strode in and flung the windows open, inviting in a breath of fresh

air.

Turning around, he found lan sitting stoically on the couch, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. The ashtray was a small mountain of stubs, and the floor was littered with a graveyard of empty beer bottles.

It clicked for Dawson in an instant. Ian was showing all the classic signs of a broken heart.

Dawson handed lan a glass of water and said in a low voice, “Mr. Hayes, how about I clear your schedule for today? Why don’t you take the day off to rest at home?”

lan lifted his weary eyes, his voice a raspy shadow of its usual strength. “Do I look that fragile to you?”

Besides, after spending three years

gone.”

out the obvious–that his boss was unmistakably reeling

faint chuckle. “You think I’m mourning over

agreed, “Of course

stole a glance at lan, pulled out his phone, and tapped into a website. Handing it over, he remarked casually, “Since you’re

Dawson pointed at the clothes and jewelry on the screen, he added, “These items all seem familiar, don’t they? They look a lot like the things Ms. Clara used to wear. She wouldn’t be selling the gifts you gave her online, would

the phone, and/when he saw those items and the seller’s

jaw clenched audibly. /Clara, this

my gifts?”

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