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.

smile lighting up her face. "Good morning, Mr. Foster.

drifted to the steaming bowl on

he'd eaten too quickly yesterday, giving Claire the impression he hadn't

up early today. No need to rush out like yesterday—just take your time. And if it's not

his lips twitch

but seeing the hopeful look in her eyes,

himself. Worst case, he could always take

the table, his steps were

as he sat down,

lit up-Liam

excuse, grab the bowl on his way out, and

to Liam in the car. That way, Claire's thoughtful gesture wouldn't

stood up. "I'll get

lips and quickly interjected, "No, no, Mr. Foster. Sit

over and opened the

the table, not touching his fork, eyes

as he saw who it was, his hope

It was Mandy

door open, Mandy bounded inside like a happy

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

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