No Strings Attached

Chapter 148

lan’s eyes, deep and dark, were brimming with an anguish he could no longer mask. No longer could he find his reflection in Clara’s gaze; he had lost his place in her world.

His heart ached as if it was pierced by countless silver needles. His voice became hoarse, and his eyes were subtly reddened. “We never had our breakup meal. I haven’t eaten anything since last night. Could you… could you make me a bowl of soup? I’ll leave right after.”

Clara frowned. “Is that really necessary?”

“Yes, Clara. I want your homemade meatballs, chicken noodle soup, and those pancakes you used to make.”

He listed several dishes, all of which Clara had often prepared for him. He remembered how he used to love ordering breakfast. But ever since Clara moved in, she would wake up early every day to cook him a variety of

homemade breakfasts.

Gradually, he began to prefer the warm, comforting soups Clara made.

At first, he thought it was her way of currying favor with him. He enjoyed it, of course. Only later did he realize how much he had come to rely on this routine. He even missed it deeply.

Clara watched him silently for a few seconds before saying, “I hope you’ll keep your word.” Then, she went back to her room to freshen up.

seen the usually imposing CEO rejected and

“Mr. Hayes, I’ll wait downstairs for you. Enjoy your last breakfast,

him. His tongue pressed against his cheek. “Get

nodded promptly, then gestured to the luggage beside them. “Should I take this

His refusal was firm, his tone laced with a trace of hostility.

Chapter 148

were brimming with an anguish he could no longer mask. No longer could he find his reflection in Clara’s gaze; he had lost his place in

heart ached as if it was pierced by countless silver needles. His voice became hoarse, and his eyes were subtly reddened. “We never had our breakup meal. I

“Is that really necessary?”

chicken noodle soup, and those pancakes

to love ordering breakfast. But ever since Clara moved in, she would wake up early every day to cook him a variety

to prefer the warm, comforting soups

he thought it was her way of currying favor with him. He enjoyed it, of course. Only later did he realize how much he had come to rely on

silently for a few seconds before saying, “I hope you’ll keep

imposing CEO rejected and brooding, felt not a

close, he whispered teasingly, “Mr. Hayes, I’ll wait downstairs for you. Enjoy your last breakfast,

tongue pressed against

promptly, then gestured to the luggage beside them. “Should

a trace of hostility. He had never been rejected like this in

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