No Strings Attached

His kiss, hot and damp, grazed Clara's earlobe unintentionally - or perhaps entirely deliberately. His low chuckle hung in the air like a spell, an incantation echoing in Clara's head.

She shivered, unable to help herself. Was lan flirting with her?

Getting all hot and bothered in the vet's office - he really thought he was top dog around here. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Clara stepped back, a light smirk on her lips. "Sorry, Mr. Hayes, but you're not my cup of tea."

Her words were like a bucket of ice water doused on the flames of lan's passion. He stared at Clara's composed, serene face. His voice was laced with resignation. "So, what's your type, Clara? A gentleman o a rough man? I can be both, if it's what you're into."

Some people bend over backward for love, others play second fiddle. He was willing to change his whole persona for love, for Clara's affection.

He gazed at her, his eyes brimming with longing. He hoped to witness even the slightest flutter of her heart, but all he got was Clara's cool response.

you, I

trace of sentiment, picking up her phone to answer a call. "Mr. Brodie,"

receiving an IV drip. "Looks like your mom's set on leaving us high and dry,

he stroked Snow's head. "Cry a bit louder, kiddo.

the midst of her conversation with Brodie, Clara's ears caught lan's urgent

and dashed over, cooing softly, "Don't cry, Snow.

and slowly drifted off to sleep under her gentle

your blacklist. That way, if Snow misses you, we

from the blacklist on her phone. She didn't want Snow to feel abandoned, like an orphan with no

sent her a smiley face for verification. Just then, his phone rang. The voice

your mother's awake. You