Chapter 18
The scene was so ndiculous that Clara pust stood there, momer
Was she supposed to apologize every time Quinn teared up?
She couldn’t help but chuckle “Why should I say sorry? Just for breathing the same air as terri
Simon was left speechless, fumbling for a comeback but finding none I
an þerra.
Quinn clung to his sleeve, tears glistening as she looked at Clara Clara, I probably deserved that slap yesterday Please, don’t stay mad Mom was asking about you at dinner, wondering when you’d come back Ryan’s on summer break, too. You can’t keep this up and
everyone miserable
Simon seemed to latch onto that “Yeah! You slapped Quinn yesterday You owe her an apology
Clara watched the two of them, a smirk playing on her lips. “Did you two escape from the same loony bin? You both have the same symptoms delusions One of you thinks I’m head over heels, and the other thinks I want your cheap affections Maybe you should head back for some more treatment? Pretty soon, it might be too late”
Then, the walked away with confidence.
Simon was fuming How had he not noticed Clara’s sharp wit before? On impulse, he let go of Quinn and chased after Clara
“Clara, what are you saying? I thought you liked me! How could you say those things about me?t‘).
Quinn watched them leave from the hall, her expression twisting into something sinister. She pulled out her phone and dialed Colton
“Quinn, what’s going on?“.
“Colton I just
Colton was instantly on edge, stepping out to find a quiet place. ‘Did Clara give you a hard time again?”
“No, its just she slapped me. Colton, I’m just so upset and needed to talk to you.”
“That bitch! Don’t worry, I make sure she pays for this!”
Quinns eyes sparkled with satisfaction, feeling much better. If she wanted, she could have any man wrapped around her finger.
Meanwhile, Clara had reached the taxi, and Simon was standing there, arms crossed in frustration “You never used to nde in anything less than a luxury car.
Clara was already settled inside. “Simon, let’s meet at the Bradford estate tomorrow night to talk about ending our engagement”
Simon’s smug demeanor quickly faded at her words. “Clara, you’re taking this drama way too far
Clara leaned back, her posture unyielding, like a flower refusing to wilt. “Seven o’clock tomorrow night at the Bradford estate” Then, the instructed the driver to go.
Simon stood there, eyes glued to the car as it disappeared from view.
Quinn’s arms wrapped around his waist, her voice laced with tears. “Simon.”
“Quinn, Clara wants to break off our engagement tomorrow at the Bradford estate.”
Surprise flickered in Quinn’s eyes as she feigned hurt, “She’s said that kind of stuff before, only to backtrack later just to get your attention. But this time, she might actually got what she wants. Simon, do you really care about her?”
Feeling a pang of quilt, Simon cupped her face and gave her a light kiss. “No, I just find her more imitating now.”
Quinn’s expression cooled and her lips were pressed tight. “Did you see Dylan at the office today? I heard he was there.”
“Yeah, it’s weird. It’s the first time he’s shown up since he got back.”
Quinn’s face darkened, her hand clenched, and her nails were dug into her palm “Could it be because of Clara?”
Simon laughed, “You don’t actually think he’s interested in her, do you? Clara’s just a pretty face. What’s she got besides that? Uncle Dylan’s not into girls.”
Quinn casually wiped the blood from her palm, her gaze turning soft and sweet again. “I was just speculating.”
Anyway, that troublemaker Clara wouldn’t be around for much longer.
