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!"

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

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 to visit

me feel if he's grown any bigger." She placed

touch less, lest the baby ends up fiery like you, a little firecracker ready to

at him. "I'm gonna sew your mouth

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

you ask what he did? He barged in

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

two started chasing each other

scene, a smile finally

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

him again. "You're not needed

me some food? I

him, running

and sent it to lan. "Made