No Strings Attached

Chapter 287

Clara finished buttoning up her crisp white blouse and stepped out of the room, her eyes immediately landing on lan. He sat cross-legged on the plush, oversized couch, deeply engrossed in a game of chess with Grandpa Reed.

lan wore a black turtleneck sweater that hugged his physique just so, paired with impeccably tailored slacks. His posture was upright, and the lines of his lean thighs were impossible to ignore under the soft fabric. The sleeves of his sweater were casually rolled up, revealing the defined contours of his forearms.

His aura was one of refined elegance, so stark against the humble backdrop of the family room that it was jarring.

As Clara approached, Reed called out with a hearty chuckle, "Clara, dear, come give me a hand here. This young man's chess game is no joke - he's beaten me three times already!"

Clara smiled and settled down beside Reed, her gaze shifting to lan with a mock frown. "You could show some mercy to your elders, you know. Ever heard of going easy?"

lan's lips curved in a teasing smile. "Grandpa Reed's the chess champ around here. Pulling punches would be an insult, right?"

cut of his jib more and more. Beats the lot at home

down your own and puff

She wasn't alone; a veritable entourage of

the shadow of his frosty demeanor, making the onlookers at the door uneasy. He nonchalantly placed a black piece on the

came to see for ourselves. But all we find is a pretty boy without a penny to his name. My son's a thousand times

grew malicious as they sized

what good family would look twice? She must be a

bagged a rich heir, but he's just a pretty face," another

hand tightened, his eyes softening with concern. "They used to treat you

of my mother and because I'm a girl. My father and I

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