Chapter 64 The kiss was brief, but lanâs claim was crystal clear. He nibbled on Claraâs lip, his voice a sultry whisper, âBe good, and come home with me.â
Then, lan bent down and embraced Clara, smiling mischievously at Anders. âYou get it now? Sheâs my girl.â Without waiting for Anders to respond, lan strode off into the night.
Chase was utterly gobsmacked. lan could turn on the charm like no one else, and even Chase himself had to admit he was outclassed.
It seemed that Chase had stumbled upon some juicy gossip that blew his mind. Clapping Anders on the shoulder, he chuckled, âMr. Anders, some folks you miss, and itâs for a lifetime. Some people love without knowing, and by the time they figure it out, theyâre more devoted than you can ever imagine.â
With a whistle, Chase sauntered away, leaving Anders alone with a scowl, watching their retreating figures.
lan didnât take a car. Instead, he carried Clara in his arms, walking under the moonlight. A reluctance to let go surged within him.
As the days drew closer to their separation, lan felt increasingly choked up inside. He had never felt this way about anyone or anything. The mere thought of Clara in another manâs embrace after leaving him drove him to a jealous.
rage.
Looking down at the woman in his arms, who was tipsy with the nightâs indulgences, he called her name softly, âClara,â
She murmured a sleepy âhmmâ and opened her eyes to look at him. Her cool hand slowly rose, caressing his handsome face.
lanâs heart clenched, and he kissed her hand, asking in a deep voice, âYou like that?â
Clara nodded, her voice sweet like honey, âYeah.â
lan chuckled softly, the tightness in his chest seemingly unraveling in an instant. âHow much do you like it?â
Claraâs dewy eyes fixed on him, her fingers tracing his eyes, nose, lips, finally resting on the enticing Adamâs apple. âVery much, so very much.â
lan felt as if his heart had been zapped, a tingling sensation spreading rapidly to every cell. He lowered his head and kissed Claraâs eyes. He was about to speak when he noticed tears welling up in her eyes.
Then came Claraâs voice/breaking with sobs, âBut why arenât you him? Why arenât you my Mr. Nine?â With that, she buried herself in lanâs embrace and cried as if she had lost the love of her life.
lanâs elation turned to profound sorrow. He grasped Claraâs chin, demanding, âWho is he?â
sobbed, Heâs the one I loved the most for seven years, But heâs gone. You look him, but youâre not him. He would never hurt me.
He would only protect me. And you... you just hurt me.â
lan stood frozen, as if struck by lightning, staring at the woman in his arms who was crying uncontrollably. In an instant, a thought crossed his mind, one that he couldnât believe himself.
Clara had loved a man for seven years, and that man was not him. He was just someone who bore a resemblance.
Realizing this, lan had an epiphany. Thatâs why Clara had so readily agreed to his proposition three years ago. She had been using him as a standâin all along.
She had never loved him.
With a dark expression, lan gritted his teeth and said, âWell played, Clara. Well played.â