Chapter 146 - 146 146. Cinderella’s Handkerchief
Billionaires with Benefits
146 146. Cinderellaâs Handkerchief
The next day, Abigail drove Clara home. That was the initial plan. Overnight stay at Abigailâs house for doing some college homework.
Clara still hadnât shared details about her one-night stand: with a man named Jade. She just went back to Abigailâs home last night
and immediately rested.
âRosie ultimately failed. It seems that the man she is after is too difficult to conquer,â said Abigail, opening the conversation. She didnât want to let Clara continue to silence her. âShe should find another man if she doesnât want to be disappointed. I was told, last night was the last night before he left for Europe.â
Clara just nodded, she was still often pensive, imagining last nightâs events. No wonder Rosie would justify any means to catch her prey.
âSo sad. She must be very disappointed,â Clara commented with forced concern.
âYes. She was very disappointed. Last night, she cried incessantly in my arms. However â¦.â Abigail paused for a moment, hesitating whether to tell Clara the story or not. However, it was not Abigail if not gossiping. âI guess thatâs for the best since sheâs planning on getting herself pregnant.â
âWhat?â Clara asked in surprise. âTo that extent?â
Abigail nodded. âShe stole the manâs condoms so they could go unprotected.â
.....
âThat is so underhanded!â Clara commented again.
Abigail nodded. âShe is blinded ⦠too obsessed with him.â
Clara shook her head in disbelief. Luckily, Rosieâs prey escaped so he could avoid forced love.
âYou are lucky, you can carry out your mission well,â said Abigail again, chuckling. âOh, you didnât tell me. Is he handsome?â Abigail asked curiously. Her eyes narrowed.
Clara smiled. âHe is so hot as hell. Just like ⦠umm ⦠Apollo?â
Abigail braked suddenly. âWhat did you say? Heâs as handsome as Apollo? You should hold him for a month or two. It wonât hurt if you date him briefly before you get engaged.â
Clara smiled a little. She still remembered how the man asked her out on a date. âIâm scared.â
âWhat are you afraid of?â
âIâm afraid I canât get away from him,â Clara answered briefly. âHe is too hard to resist.â
Clara and Abigail exchanged meaningful glances. They realized that Claraâs life was not easy.
Abigail patted Clara on the back and stroked it, supporting her best friend without telling any words of support to her.
âIâll be fine, Abi!â Clara said, reassuring her friend.
âOh! You look exhausted,â Abigail commented again. âHow many times did you guys do last night?â
âHmm ....â Clara was confused about what to answer. âI donât remember. What was clear was ⦠he shot his load many times,â she answered, chuckling.
Abigail was wide-eyed. âIs he a machine? Gosh, itâs no wonder youâre afraid you canât escape him.â
âYes, he is so good in bed,â Clara said again.
âYou make me jealous,â Abigail commented, laughing out loud. âItâs okay, the important thing is you wear protection. Otherwise, you could get pregnant in one night with his love-god-like behavior.â
Clara stopped laughing. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, heâs wearing rubber, no?â Abigail asked casually.
âI took the pills you gave me,â Clara replied. âThe pill is also a contraceptive, isnât it?â
âOh â¦. Of course.â Abigail laughed a slightly strange fake laugh.
Not long after, Abigailâs car stopped in Claraâs front yard. In front of the main entrance, Lisa was standing, waiting for her daughter with a worried look.
âAh, finally you got home,â said Linda with some relief.
Clara got out of the car, confused by her motherâs strange expression. She said goodbye to Abigail awkwardly.
âWeâll meet tomorrow on campus, okay?â whispered Clara to her friend.
Abigail nodded. She turned to Linda and greeted her. Of course, Linda answered with a forced smile.
After Abigailâs red Porsche left the driveway, Clara approached her mother and asked, âWhatâs wrong, mom? Are you okay?â
âYour father is inside. He came home earlier than expected,â whispered Linda with a pale face. Her lips, without lipstick, looked so dry.
From Lindaâs expression, Clara could tell that her father was not showing any signs of being well. Sure enough, when Clara stepped inside, a heavy slap landed directly on her cheek.
âNo cellphones, no studying at friendsâ houses. A bodyguard will escort you every time you leave the house.â
Thatâs all Patrick, the strict father, said. Linda tried to bargain for her husbandâs decision. However, Patrick simply replied, âDo you want her to get pregnant before getting engaged to Dave Johnson?â
Linda could only surrender. According to her, Patrick was too hard on their daughter. However, she could not go against her husband. Who would bear the risk? Clara was too beautiful to be left unguarded.
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In the evening, Samuel was preparing for his Europe tour. Larissa helped him prepare the suitcase. When she accidentally found a handkerchief with the initial C in Samuelâs suitcase, the woman asked, âThis handkerchief is very cute.â
The woman smelled the floral printed handkerchief and found the scent of cherry, a womanâs perfume, mingled with the smell of her sonâs sweat. It was obvious that it didnât belong to Samuel. âWhose is this?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNobody,â replied Samuel flatly.
âNo one, but you keep it here?â asked Larissa again. âDid Cinderella leave her handkerchief behind?â
Samuel stopped for a moment. âHer name is Tara. But the initial on her handkerchief was a C. Weird, isnât it?â said Samuel while packing important documents in the folder. âI think Tara is a fake name.â
âShe must be beautiful,â commented Samuelâs mother again. Otherwise, how could her son keep the handkerchief with him?
âWhat is clear is that she left me alone without giving me a chance to ask her out,â replied Samuel, smiling bitterly. He glanced at his mother for a moment, then returned to packing.
The mother then smiled with concern, then hugged her son tightly. âNo need to force someone to be present in your life. If she is for you, she will come back to you.â
Samuel smiled at his mother. âDonât worry, mom! I just want to focus on my first tour. Let Cinderella lose her handkerchief. I will not beg for love from a woman.â