“Oh, my sweet sweet Neo Boy, I know you love mommy the most.”
Clara smiled. It seemed that Neo was the only person who cherished her now.
And so did her brother, of course.
Thinking that there were still people in this world who cared about her,
Clara’s mood brightened up a little bit.
Clara used to be so hooked on Horace. But now she figured that he was probably not the right person, so she wanted to give up on this unrequited love.
Although it might be hard at first, it would be almost definite for her to let go completely with time.
Clara waited all day for Horace to come home in the evening.
Since Neo was there with her, Clara forced a smile on her face and pretended there was nothing wrong between Horace and her.
She didn’t want to ruin Neo’s childhood.
“Honey, what are we having for dinner?”
Horace asked as if nothing had happened. The way Horace addressed her grossed Clara out.
“He calls me ‘honey’ now, but how many ‘honeys’ does he have out there?”
Clara put on a bitter smile and shook her head disappointedly as she looked at Horace.
Then, the three sat down at the dining table and started eating. Neo put all Clara’s favorite food in her bowl.
Clara was surprised that Neo actually knew what her favorite dishes were.
She felt a familiar warmth inside.
Horace was just sitting there eating silently. When he saw the celery in Clara’s bowl, he simply took the pieces of celery from her bowl and put them in his mouth.
Neo glared at Horace as he did that. “That is for mommy!”
“Your mom doesn’t like celery,”
Horace explained to Neo. Neo turned to Clara.
Clara nodded helplessly. Horace was not completely wrong.
Indeed, she found the taste of celery revolting. But she had gotten used to it long ago. Celery wasn’t in season these days. They barely cook celery at home. It was only natural if Neo didn’t know that Clara disliked celery.
Horace shifted his gaze to Clara, then smiled warmly at her. Although Clara was mad at Horace, she still found him handsome from the bottom of her heart.
“Wait. Do you still like him? What’s so likable about him? Control yourself!” Clara thought.
Then, she shook the thought out of her mind and continued to finish the food in her bowl.
Horace was watching Clara’s every move just now. He found her adorable and wanted to smile, but he held it back.
Therefore, he just lowered his head and focused on the dinner.
After being confined in the house for three days, Clara finally took the chance and got out.
She wanted to see what game Horace was playing and whether he was with Jocelyn Landry right now.
If he wasn’t, she would carefully watch him in secret for a few days. If she caught them in a hotel room together, she would walk away from this relationship without a look back.
In fact, Horace was throwing Clara off guard with his charm and consideration these days. She was suspicious of the words on the street anyway.
And although newspapers were reporting that he was having an affair, the authenticity of the news was still up for debate. She knew she had to take it with a grain of salt.
After all, some editors would exaggerate things and even twist the truth for views.
Therefore, she wanted to see for herself.
Clara crept into the company, and stopped at Horace’s office.
She listened at the door for a moment, trying to detect a movement. However, nothing was heard.
The door wasn’t locked, so when she eagerly leaned forward to get a better hearing, she directly fell into Horace’s office.
Clara looked at Horace, panicking.
The fall did hurt Clara a little bit.
However, Horace didn’t seem surprised to see Clara here. He walked to a cabinet, took out the first-aid kit, and started treating Clara’s wound.
Clara’s leg was bleeding because due to the scratch. If not taken care of timely, it would leave a permanent scar.
Horace helped Clara sit on the couch and carefully lifted her leg.
Then, he gently cleaned the wound with a disinfectant wipe.
The sting shot up her leg like fire. She cringed a little. She wanted to run away but Horace was grabbing her leg.
He just lowered his head, fixing his attention on taking care of her wound. Clara stared at Horace’s profile and burst into tears.
“He cheated on me. His heart now belongs to some other woman now. How can he still act like such a gentle and loving husband in front of me?”
Tears streamed down Clara’s cheeks as she thought.
Only when the transparent fluid dripped down to her leg did Horace notice that Clara was crying.
Horace stopped what he was doing and gingerly wiped Clara’s tears with his hand. After that, he put his finger, along with Clara’s tears, into his mouth.
Clara was stunned by Horace’s action.
Why did Horace do that? Why was he so gentle?
Horace glanced at her, smiled, and continued to handle the wound on her leg.
He didn’t let go of Clara’s leg until he patched up her wound with bandages.
“What’s wrong?” Horace saw that there were still tears on Clara’s face, so he reached out to wipe them.
“Nothing.”
Clara turned away, forcing herself to not look at him.
In fact, Clara already softened up a little bit when he was cleaning her wound for her earlier.
She was befuddled by Horace’s mixed signals.
She originally thought that if she saw him with Jocelyn Landry, she would end this relationship resolutely.
But the current situation left her at the fork of the road, not knowing which way to choose.
“Do I try to maintain this relationship, or do I give up on it? Did Horace really have an affair with Jocelyn?”
Clara still had a million questions in her mind that remained unanswered. She didn’t want to ask Horace for the answers because she was afraid that he would lie to her.
“The door to your office is way too flimsy.”
Clara’s cheeks were burning with embarrassment. She really regretted trying to eavesdrop on his conversation.
“Your safety guards are also slacking.”
No one tried to stop her when she sneaked in. She was eavesdropping at the door to the CEO’s office, yet no one even noticed her.
Clara was about to make fun of the lousy security in Horace’s company when Horace said something.
Something that touched her. Something that made her fluster.
“You think you can just walk into my company if I’m not letting you?” It was definitely impossible for someone to eavesdrop at the door of the CEO’s office.
“What do you mean?”
The reason she could get in so easily was that Horace was letting her? Did that mean her successfully escaping from the house was also in Horace’s plan?
Horace knew what Clara was thinking just judging from her expression. He remained silent and just nodded at Clara,
letting her know that she got it right.
“Then how do you know that I will come here after I got out of the house?”
Clara couldn’t figure it out.
What if she didn’t head straight to the company after she got out? How did Horace know for sure that she would come here to… eavesdrop?