No Strings Attached

After thanking the doctor, she briskly entered the hospital room.

Spotting Brodie, swathed in bandages, Clara felt a twinge of guilt and her eyes welled up with regret. "Mr. Brodie, you got hurt trying to save me. Whatever compensation you ask for, just name it. I'll make sure you get it."

Brodie glanced at Clara, then at lan standing behind her, whose face was etched with jealousy. A barely perceptible smirk danced in his eyes.

"I helped you because I wanted to. How could I possibly ask you for anything in return? But if you really feel indebted, then just agree to do me one favor."

He hadn't finished his sentence when lan pulled Clara into his embrace. His voice was rigid and icy. "I'll cover all your medical expenses. If you're willing, I'll bring over the best plastic surgeon from H-country to tend to your wounds, and I'll write you a check for whatever amount you deem fair. But don't you dare harbor any designs on her."

His gaze, his actions, his words, all proclaimed the same oath. She belonged with me!

asked, "And who are you to her, that you

am to her is none of your business. I'll have someone take care of you, but

he not see this man's intentions? The rescue was a ruse,

bun in her mother's oven. He would never let any

sent packing, but now there was Brodie. The world was full of women. Why

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to hold back his jealousy and patiently explained, "He's a man, and it's not appropriate for you to

was humble. His voice was much

Sasha, he whispered with a smirk,

No one wants to be with their trashy ex, and Clara isn't without options. Why