No Strings Attached

Chapter 112

lan led Clara onto the golf course, gesturing towards an ancient oak standing tall beyond the outfield. “I’ve lost something under that tree, he said with a smirk. “Think you can help me find it, Attorney Clara?”

Clara wasn’t in the mood for chit–chat; she strode towards the oak without a word. She circled the tree meticulously several times, but nothing caught her eye. As realization dawned on her that she’d been duped, lan’s low chuckle floated from behind her. “Aren’t you gonna ask what I lost, Attorney Clara?”

She shot him an icy glance. “If you’re not serious about this, Mr. Hayes, I’ve got no time for games!”

With that, she spun on her heel to leave, only to find lan blocking her path, his gaze intense and piercing. His voice, a deep and magnetic timbre, spilled forth. “Three years ago, I lost my first kiss right here. Can you help me find it, Attorney Clara?”

At his words, Clara’s heartbeat faltered, her fingertips trembling involuntarily. Memories of three years past flooded her mind.

injury, and he had brought her here to play. She was clueless about the game, and he

heart raced when lan’s hands had enveloped hers from behind. She’d been intoxicated by his unique scent,

in that happiness until dusk, when the sunset painted the sky pink. Exhausted, Clara had sat under the oak, supporting her chin in her hands, watching lan play solo. She wished time would freeze in that moment–with

reached out with a towel for him, but he grabbed

bunny, looked up at him with flushed cheeks and dewy,

seemingly stopped as a tingling sensation spread from her lips. His tongue pried her mouth open, stealing her breath away. She was breathless, staring wide–eyed as lan

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only after an eternity that lan gradually released her, panting softly beside her