No Strings Attached

Chapter 110

lan’s fingers turned white as he gripped the golf club, veins standing out on the back of his hands like cords. Clara’s words were like a thorn, piercing deep into his chest. He couldn’t understand why he was so fixated on Clara, so desperate to hear her voice.

Even when she berated him or when their arguments turned physical, it was a preferable torment compared to this current void where he couldn’t see her or touch her.

His gaze darkened, and his voice grew huskier. “Clara, with your head always in the clouds, why don’t you try writing? I’m doing this for Anders‘ father Trevor’s sake, to throw some business his son’s way–it’s got nothing to do with you. Besides, my great–uncle has already dropped hints to Grandma Rose. If I don’t step in and help, do you really think she’d let it slide? Don’t flatter yourself thinking this is all for you. You’re not that irresistible.”

Clara could detect a hint of scorn in his dismissive tone. She knew that the typically cold and ruthless lan, who didn’t spare much thought for family ties, always made an exception for Grandma Rose.

Her guard dropped a notch. “When would you be available?” she asked.

“Nine in the morning, at the golf club I frequent. Don’t be late,” he replied curtly.

When Clara arrived at the golf club, lan had just finished a perfect swing. The ball hadn’t even landed when Heidi dashed over to see where it would fall. Then, with excitement, she called out, “Brother, you lost, lan got a hole–in–one!”

her hair affectionately. “Who’s your actual brother here? Why are you

shoulder, her voice playful. “Ian was once a world champion, brother. You’re already amazing for

with words. Take a break while I have a word with

ཚ༅ ཧ ཅ ï རྗ࿄ པོ

as she turned around, she spotted Clara standing in the rest area. Her expression, previously warm, turned to

approached Clara rapidly, eyes cold. “What are you

demeanor remained calm. “Business,”

laugh. “Trying to secure a contract with the Hayes Corporation for Anders? Clara, I never realized you could be so shameless. How could lan, a man of such pride, ever want a woman who’s been played

a cold smile tugging at her lips. “I may

you?”

do you mean by