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!"

Clara, handing her a colorful cupcake. "While your husband's not home, sneak a bite, but not too much, okay? We wouldn't want

she saw her, Clara's spirits lifted significantly. She stuck out her tongue, taking a lick of the cupcake, and closed her eyes in contentment. "How come you're free

my godson even more. Come on, let me feel if he's grown any

chuckled from behind. "You might want to touch less, lest the baby ends up

and glared at

I'd still say. Clara, can you believe her? Just because I entered her room without knocking, she beat me up first thing in the morning, and my arm still hurts." Clara, holding the cupcake,

he did? He barged in when

roguish laugh, said, "It's not like I haven't seen it before. What's wrong with one more look? It's not like you lose a

as he dodged. The two started chasing each

Clara saw this scene, a smile finally broke

Sasha's wrist, whispering, "Come on, I've made Clara laugh. What more

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

you going to get me some food?

running back to

Clara, and sent it to lan. "Made your wife laugh. Don't I