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."

'love,' but they were drenched in deep-seated emotion. Such a declaration sent

as though she was ensnared

and the boy she adored rescued her from

he never saw her as a sugar baby. He said the title of Mrs.

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

that she couldn't forget lan and couldn't resist everything he brought into

whispered, "lan." It was a call so fragile it

an embrace, his lips brushing a feather-light kiss on her forehead. His eyes, those dark, fathomless orbs, couldn't hide the profound love within. "You were never a fling. You were the Mrs. Hayes I've

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

believe me, before long, you'll definitely become my wife,