StartNovelChapter 269
"Go ahead and get ssleep; | need to have a quick word with him."
Just as Clara began to slip out of bed, she felt his arms wrap around her waist, holding her back. "Don't go."
His voice was low and had a touch of sadness, like something was weighing on him.
Clara was a bit puzzled but kept her tone calm and steady. "Z, you should get srest."
He slowly released her, lying back down without a word, his face half-buried in the blanket. It was hard to tell if
he was upset or just lost in thought.
Clara couldn't help but feel a tug at her heartstrings. He had a knack for that.
She had planned to head out and catch up with Simon, but now she just couldn't bring herself to leave. Instead,
she snuggled back into bed.
"Feeling a bit down? You seem a little off tonight," she asked gently.
Z turned to face her, pulling her into a tight embrace. Clara couldn't quite figure out what had upset him so
much, but she could feel his need to be close.
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She was wide awake, having taken a nap earlier, so she decided to indulge in slight-hearted gossip with
him.
"Z, let's chat for a bit. Tellabout your life. Is anyone giving you a hard tat the club?"
"No one's givingtrouble," he replied quickly, then paused before adding, "At least, not anymore."
It seemed like he had been through srough times before.
Clara turned to him, playfully poking his chest. "Really? You're quite the tough guy now, huh?"
Her words were teasing, and he caught her finger with a quick reflex. "You're the only one who dares."
Clara felt a bit wronged. When had she ever given him a hard time?
Just as she was about to close her eyes, he said, "Tellabout your job, your boss, your colleagues."
"My colleagues aren't worth mentioning. As for my boss, he's pretty cutthroat." As soon as she said "cutthroat,"
the atmosphere got a little tense.
Clara, oblivious, snuggled closer to him. "We're from different worlds. | even dreamt of him at the hospital this
afternoon and woke up in a cold sweat."
He looked at her, silent for a long time.
By then, Clara had closed her eyes, but she felt a large hand rest on the back of her head, followed by a
passionate kiss.
He loved deep kisses, the kind that left them completely entangled.
But she wasn't a fan, feeling like she was giving up all control, left hanging in mid- air.
She gasped for air, resting against his chest.
It wasn't the first tshe sensed he had a heavy heart, but he never shared, and
she never pressed. Everyone had their secrets.
The next morning, when she woke up, he was already gone.
Opening her room door, she was surprised to find Simon stumbling in.
If Clara didn't have a strong heart, she might have screamed.
Simon had been sleeping against the door and now scrambled to his feet. "Clara! Are you feeling better? | rang
the doorbell last night, but you didn't answer, so | figured you were asleep."
Clara looked him over, her tone slightly amused. "Did you stay here all night?"
Simon nodded, circling her. "I'm just glad you're okay. | thought maybe you had company and couldn't cto
the door."
So he had camped out all night, but there was no sign of anyone else.
Inside, everything was just as it should be. It seemed his imagination had run away with him.
Clara, not in the mood to deal with him, pulled out her phone and sent Z a text.
[Did you see someone at the door when you left?]
How had he managed to dodge Simon?
[Yeah, he was out cold, like a log. Even kicking him didn't wake him up.]
Clara chuckled. Z had a knack for playfully teasing Simon.
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