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Chase chimed in with a lighthearted grin, "You know, I was about to pick up a picture frame for you, stuff your photo in it, and set it up right here, but then I couldn't find a black and white portrait, so I bailed on the idea."

"Oh, well, thanks a ton," came the sarcastic reply, "Just light some more candles, why don't you? And you can hold a funeral for me right here."

Clara stood off to the side, watching the guys exchange jabs. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

The cool, commanding CEO could sling curse words and crack risqué jokes with his buddies. That was news to her. This was a side of him she had never seen before.

"Clara, they're picking on me, and you're laughing. How about taking my side and showing

said, "You guys catch up. I'm heading to the nurses' station to check on how many IVs you're due for today." She nodded to everyone and made her exit. Chase followed, "I'll walk with you. I've got to

up,

Clara's lips, "Doing

from okay. He's drowning in guilt. I've never seen him so down, not even when he lost his sight or when he broke his leg. He never got like this. If you still have feelings for him, maybe consider giving him another chance. It's tough to watch you two like this." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on

but he was dead serious when it came to

past. I could forgive how he treated me, but not

When the miscarriage happened, sure, he said some awful things in the heat of the moment, but they were just words said in anger.

child, why did he secretly give me those