No Strings Attached

Chapter 117

Clara stood in the airport terminal, her gaze immediately drawn to the striking figure standing tall amidst the crowd.

The man, donning a pair of sunglasses, was unmistakably Ryker, Marco’s grandson. He wore his military camo with such a stylish flair that he truly lived up to his reputation as the walking pheromone of the armed forces.‘

Clara waved at him, a hint of a smile gracing her lips. “Ryker, I’m Clara. Your granddad sent me to pick you up.”

Ryker quickly took off his sunglasses, giving Clara a once–over. His face, previously set in stoic coldness, warmed into a smile at the sight of her, dimples playfully indenting his cheeks. “Ms. Clara, you’re even more beautiful than your picture.”

Had he not mentioned her name, Clara might have thought she had the wrong person.

Could this be the rebellious young man Marco had spoken of? He seemed rather charming and, well, quite polite.

Clara reached for Ryker’s luggage, but he promptly declined. “Ms. Clara, I can’t let a lady carry bags for me.”

his shoulder, then pulled along an equally oversized

lot, Clara moved to take the driver’s seat but

be exhausted

eyes glinting with mischief. “Ms. Clara, a

protest, Clara slid into the passenger seat.

far when Ryker’s phone rang. Ian’s voice, devoid of warmth, filtered through the

at Clara, smugly retorting, “No need, I’ve

words wasn’t lost on lan, who scoffed, “Just remember you said that, and don’t go crying to Grandma Rose.” With

Clara suggested Ryker stay in the house opposite hers. It had been uninhabited for a while and

she was about to help, her phone rang

–

was the law firm, and a client needed

apologetically at Ryker. “I’ve got to handle something; will you be okay on