No Strings Attached

lan's eyes, which had just been smiling, instantly chilled as he reached for Clara's phone, intending to hang up. But then he heard her soft reply. "Sure, I'm free tomorrow. What kind of food does your mom fancy? I could help her pick a restaurant."

Brodie's smile was gentle. "Aren't you worried my mom will actually take a shine to you?"

"That's what you want, isn't it? For her to like me so you can dodge the arranged marriage back home? Don't worry, I'll make a good impression," Clara said, stirring the spaghetti in the pot.

Brodie pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling helpless. Clara didn't remember him at all. She was no longer the little girl who used to run after him, calling out 'brother.' She had become a self-assured and independent woman.

He gave a half-smile. "Fine, you choose the restaurant, and I'll pick you up from your place."

"No need, Mr. Brodie. I can drive myself there."

Brodie chuckled lowly. "Clara, that formality kind of gives away that you're a rental."

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Clara asked, "So, should I just call you Brodie?"

"Sure. Everyone at home does. It sounds more familiar," he suggested.

Don't worry. I'll help you out with

the fridge and was surprised to find lan standing at the doorway, his eyes full of silent sorrow.

he are different. He's a pretend boyfriend, and you're not even

him for so long and found nothing. Not even his family background, schools, workplaces - everything's a blank. Don't you find that dangerous? His intention to introduce you to his mother is a sham. He's planning to whisk you away, and I

uncover Brodie's details, only that he was a criminal psychology expert brought in

trifled with. Ian moved closer to Clara and embraced her. His chin rested on her shoulder, his voice muffled. "Clara, I'm injured and afraid I can't protect you if something happens. Please, don't go.

Clara was merciless. "No."

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his heart was pierced by a thousand arrows. All the harsh words he had once said to Clara were now being returned with interest. Each

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and handed lan a pair of cutlery.

eyes darkened, and he grabbed her wrist firmly, his expression

saving me, trying to use that to keep

out his phone to call Dawson. "Check the backgrounds of the people who went after me three years ago. See if

of possibility. And get Heidi's medical reports