No Strings Attached

Clara froze mid-step as she caught sight of the man's striking features. "Mr. Brodie? What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

Why did Brodie's profile remind her so much of lan's? Not only that, their builds and movements were uncannily similar. She'd mistaken two completely unrelated men for one another. If lan found out, he'd surely be as sour as an overturned jar of pickles.

Brodie offered a gentle curve of his lips. "I've acquired that land. I'm planning to build an eco-friendly farmstead and thought I'd scout the place out."

Clara followed the direction of Brodie's gesture and saw a verdant lake stretching before them.

Nodding in approval, she said, "The lake is surrounded by hills. The environment is really serene, and the water is pristine. You could develop some water attractions. I bet it would be a hit."

Brodie chuckled. "You seem to know quite a bit about development."

"I worked on an eco-estate project with lan once. It's similar to what you have here."

the mention of lan, a shadow crossed Brodie's eyes, and his voice deepened a

her eyes, like when she was a child and had spotted something she adored. A touch of bitterness flickered across his face, but he managed a small smile. "Clara, if lan's mother had hurt someone you love, would you still stay with him?" S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

faltered. "Does my father's kidnapping have something to

his gaze filled with a pained empathy. "It might be connected, but we don't have

mother is a different story." The look in Brodie's eyes intensified further. He wanted to ask her if she would still feel indifferent, knowing it was her mother who was harmed. But seeing Clara's unwavering trust

between them, which was abruptly shattered when a dark figure leaped out from behind them, lunging at Clara. With quick reflexes, Brodie yanked Clara out of harm's way and landed a kick in the belly of the shadowy figure. Only then did Clara see it was the aggressive stray dog that often roamed

grabbed a stick from the ground and defended them both, keeping Clara safely behind him. After a tense few minutes,

in tears and shaking, asked, "Brodie,

her and comfort her as he had when they were younger. "Don't be scared. I've got you," he would have said. But his hand, raised to touch her head, stopped

his eyes closing for a moment. Things between him and his little girl could never return to how they once were. He forced a smile. "I'm fine. Just got my clothes dirty,

a sigh of relief. "Reed's home is just

bother. My dad's there, too, and we haven't had dinner yet. You just saved me, so the least I can do