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.

imposing CEO rejected and brooding, felt

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

him. His tongue pressed

gestured to the luggage beside them. “Should I take this down for

a trace of hostility. He had never been rejected

Chapter 148

no longer mask. No longer could he find his reflection in Clara’s gaze; he had lost his place in her world.

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

“Is that really necessary?”

I want your homemade meatballs, chicken noodle soup, and those pancakes you used

had often prepared for him. He remembered how he used to love ordering breakfast.

prefer the warm, comforting soups Clara

favor with him. He enjoyed it, of course. Only later did he realize how much

for a few seconds before saying, “I hope you’ll keep your word.” Then, she went back to

rejected and brooding, felt not a shred

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

glared at him. His tongue pressed

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

need!” His refusal was firm, his tone laced with a trace of

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