No Strings Attached

Every place she passed seemed to echo with memories of lan. They had once kissed on a swing, basked in the sunlight lying on the grass. Together, they would run around the yard with their little dog, Snow. Every place she went seemed to carry the essence of lan.

Clara sat on the swing, gently stroking Snow's head. Her voice was soft. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Snow, I miss your dad."

Snow responded with a soft whimper.

Then Clara sighed, "If only he wasn't Leonora's son."

But the world wasn't made of "ifs." It was just a fanciful wish she harbored deep inside.

Clara chuckled at herself, a hint of self-mockery in her laughter.

Just then, she saw Chase's car pulling in. Sasha, like a little kite, ran towards her. "Clara, I came to see my godson!"

home, sneak a bite, but not too much,

lick of the cupcake, and closed her eyes in contentment. "How come

I missed my godson even more. Come on, let me feel if he's grown any bigger." She placed her hand on Clara's belly, gently caressing

to touch less, lest the baby ends up fiery like you,

this, Sasha turned and glared at him. "I'm gonna sew

you believe her? Just because I entered her room without knocking, she beat me up first thing in the morning, and my

what he did? He barged in when I was undressed. Do you think

like I haven't seen it before. What's wrong with one more look?

Sasha kicked towards Chase but missed as he dodged. The two started chasing

Clara saw this scene, a smile

whispering, "Come on, I've made Clara laugh. What more do

"You're not needed

you going to get me some food? I

ignored him, running back to

phone, snapped a picture of Clara, and sent it to lan. "Made your wife