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?”

it’s perfectly human to need a moment to process things. Besides, after spending three years with Ms. Clara, it’s normal to

gone.”

didn’t dare to point out the obvious–that his boss was unmistakably reeling from heartbreak. He chose his words to spare his

lan managed a faint chuckle. “You think I’m mourning over her?”

“Of course not.”

over, he remarked casually, “Since you’re taking it so

added, “These items all seem familiar, don’t they? They look a lot like the things Ms. Clara used to wear. She

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

clenched audibly. /Clara, this

my gifts?”

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