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.

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

drifted to the steaming

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

"You're up early today. No need to rush out like

felt his lips twitch again

allergy to Claire, but seeing the hopeful look in her eyes, the words died

himself. Worst case, he

table, his steps

sat down, the

eyes lit up-Liam must have

as an excuse, grab the bowl on his way out, and

That way, Claire's thoughtful gesture wouldn't

"I'll get the

lips and quickly interjected, "No, no, Mr. Foster. Sit down and eat. I'll

and opened the

the table, not touching his fork, eyes fixed on the entryway, silently hoping Liam would step

as he saw

Liam. It

the door open, Mandy bounded

burying her face in her shoulder, exclaiming, “Claire, I missed you so much!" She even

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