No Strings Attached

lan watched Clara with a gaze rich in unspoken affection, his voice dropping to a seductive rasp, "I'm still chasing her."

That single statement repositioned Clara in the grand scheme of things. She wasn't just some caged pet, pampered and kept by lan. She was the woman the crown prince of the Hayes dynasty had been tirelessly courting.

And who was lan? The epitome of power in Northbridge, an untouchable deity, perched high above mere mortals. He was the unattainable rose every woman yearned to pluck. With just a word, he could command legions of admirers to live or die for him.

And now, in front of the media, he was openly admitting his pursuit of Clara.

Such explosive news sent shockwaves through the press corps, igniting a frenzy as reporters bombarded them with questions, desperate for a nugget of confirmation.

lan's gaze lingered on Clara, tender and entwining as vines. "As for how long the chase will last, that's up to Attorney Clara to decide when she'll officially have me. But no matter how long it takes, the position of Mrs. Hayes is hers and hers alone."

not have explicitly mentioned 'love,' but they were drenched in deep-seated emotion.

though she was ensnared

in a predicament, and the boy she adored rescued her from the

a sugar baby. He said the title of Mrs.

up unbidden in Clara's eyes as she looked at lan. The man was devilishly handsome, his features chiseled, his looks deceivingly aloof, but his eyes were like twin pools of allure, drawing her in. Those eyes were now gazing at her with a warmth that could melt glaciers. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

heart ceased beating. She had to admit that she couldn't forget lan and couldn't resist everything he brought into her life - the

trembled as she whispered, "lan." It was a call so fragile it nearly shattered

feather-light kiss on her forehead. His eyes, those dark, fathomless orbs, couldn't hide the profound love

the quiet of the night. Now, with lan's public declaration, the thorn

gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, his voice a husky whisper, "Clara, believe me, before long, you'll definitely become my wife, Mrs. Hayes." With that, he took Clara by