Chapter 315

Sean didn't manage to fall asleep until nearly four in the morning.

Barely three hours later, his phone erupted with a shrill ring, yanking him from a restless slumber.

He fumbled for his phone, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Hello?"

Liam's voice came through the line. "Mr. Foster, there's a crucial meeting in Eastborough today that needs your personal attention. I'll swing by to pick you up soon."

"Alright," Sean replied, exhaling deeply.

Liam seemed to catch the fatigue in Sean's tone-he sounded drained, nothing like his usual self.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Sean said curtly, and ended the call.

He forced himself to sit up, only for a wave of dizziness to wash over him-low blood sugar. His lips twisted in discomfort as he cursed under his breath, making a silent vow: Never again with the takeout. Never.

After a quick shower and getting dressed in a sharp black suit, Sean opened his bedroom door.

The moment he did, the familiar pungent smell of cilantro hit him full in the face.

Sean's heart sank.

lighting up her face. "Good morning, Mr. Foster. You're up just in time-I made some noodles for breakfast.

the steaming bowl on

the impression he hadn't had enough. Today's portion

No need to rush out like yesterday—just take your time. And if it's not enough, there's more

lips twitch again

allergy to Claire, but seeing the hopeful look in her

allergy, he told himself. Worst case,

walked towards the table, his steps

sat down, the

up-Liam must

use work as an excuse, grab the bowl on his

to Liam in the car. That way, Claire's thoughtful

"I'll get

lips and quickly interjected, "No, no,

over and opened

fork, eyes fixed on the entryway, silently hoping Liam

he saw who it was, his hope

wasn't Liam. It

moment Claire pulled the door open,

“Claire, I missed you so much!" She even took a deep, dramatic breath, as if

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