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!"

not home, sneak a bite, but not too much, okay? We wouldn't want to affect my godson's

She stuck out her tongue, taking a lick of the cupcake, and closed her eyes in contentment. "How come

let me feel if he's grown any bigger." She placed her hand on

to touch less, lest the baby ends up fiery like

glared at him.

entered her room without knocking, she beat me up first thing in the morning, and my arm still hurts." Clara, holding the cupcake, watched Sasha

at Chase, "Why don't you ask what he did? He barged in when I was undressed. Do you think I let

laugh, said, "It's not like I haven't seen it before. What's

as he dodged. The two started

a smile finally broke

I've made Clara laugh.

him again. "You're not needed here anymore.

to get me

him, running back to

Clara, and sent it to