Chapter 113

"Are you heading over to see someone?" Clara inquired, noting the absence of

the usual file on his knee during the car ride. Today, Dylan seemed off, like he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Yeah," he replied curtly.

Picking up on his somber mood, Clara decided to keep her questions to herself, afraid to probe further. But after about ten minutes, Dylan unexpectedly broke the silence.

"Why'd you stop asking questions?"

His words felt like a sword hanging by a thread above her, threatening to fall. Clara swallowed nervously. "Is it someone important?"

"Very," he nodded, resting his chin on his hand and staring out the window. "When she left, I was shattered."

romantics, but that wasn't entirely true. In her materialistic circle, most wealthy heirs were known

year. The look on his face spoke volumes. Shelly was

place guarded by solemn buildings and armed personnel. Someone must've recognized the car

countless

rest. As she parked, someone respectfully opened Dylan's door. He appeared weary as he sat in his wheelchair, instructing

him and quickly agreed,

and complex. She couldn't meet

tense with nerves.

one of

RUMS

breath. She stood by the car and waited for about half an hour

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