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!"

a bite, but not too much, okay? We wouldn't want

her tongue, taking a lick of the cupcake, and closed her eyes in

on, let me feel if he's grown any

baby ends up fiery like you, a little firecracker ready to

at him. "I'm gonna sew

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 with amusement. "Sasha, aren't you being a bit

did? He barged in when I was undressed. Do

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

he dodged. The two started chasing each other around the

scene, a smile finally broke

I've

"You're not needed here anymore. Beat

going to get me some food? I

ignored him, running

sent it to lan.