Chapter 200 âYes, whatever you ask for, Iâll agree to it, he said, his voice carrying on edge of desperation.
Clara wiggled out of his embrace and took a step back, her voice calm and detached, âThen please, keep your distance.
Whatever we had, itâs over. Iâve no interest in pointing fingers or tallying up rights and wrongs. You donât owe me anything: after all, matters of the heart are mutual, arenât they? All I want is for us to be able to intemct like regular old colleagues when we bump into each other next As for anything else, I donât want a thingâ
With those final words, she slipped out of his jacket, pressed it into lanâs hands, and turned to her car lan called after her, but Clara didnât look back. She disappeared into the cold moonlit night, leaving him standing alone.
A week slipped by, and Anders hadnât shown up for work. Rumor had it he was out looking for Orinâs mother, Elle, Clara didnât pay much. attention to the gossip. She was too busy throwing herself into her demanding job.
Come Friday evening, Clara found Alicia and Orin waiting for her at her doorstep. Alicin, always the picture of intellect and grace, had tears brimming in her eyes the moment she saw Clara return. She grabbed Claraâs arm, looking her over with concern, âClara, how have you been holding up lately?â
Clara offered a light smile. âIâm good, Alicia. Come on in.â
Bending down, she scooped up little Orin, who had been gazing up at her, and playfully pinched his cheek. Orin looked at her warily before finally mustering up the courage to speak in his childish tone, âAre you trying to take my daddy away from my mommy?â Clara chuckled, âWho told you that?â
âDaddy said he only likes you, not mommy. Can you please let daddy be with me and mommy? I want to have a home with both a mommy and a daddy, just like the other kids.â
Clara felt tears in her eyes and gently tweaked Orinâs nose with a smile, âI never had any intention of taking your daddy away, sweetie. He belongs to you and your mom, always.â
Hearing this, Orinâs eyes lit up. âReally? Pinky promise?â
Clara obliged, linking her pinky with his and sealing it with a stamp of assurance. Orinâs smile radiated pure relief and joy.
Alicia, witnessing this exchange, couldnât help the tears that finally escaped her eyes. She clutched Claraâs hand, âClara, Anders did you wrong, but given the circumstances, Iâm at a loss. The kidâs so young, and we donât want to hurt him.â
In that moment, Clara understood Aliciaâs visitâs true purpose. She smiled warmly, âDonât worry, Alicia. Anders and I have made it clear that we are just friends to each other. There will be no other feelings between us.â
Aliciaâs eyes were red as she spoke, âWe all really like you, Clara. Thatâs why we want to make you my goddaughter. From now on, youâll have our support, and no one will dare mistreat you. What do you think?â
Clara knew what they were implying. They all understood Andersâ deep feelings for her and his unwillingness to let go. By offering this familial relationship, they intended to sever any possibility of resuming their past connection.
Her face lit up with feigned delight, âBut you are such important people.â
âAll that status and position, itâs all material. We simply feel a connection with you. Letâs settle this matter. Weâll have dinner together sometime soon, and bring your father along. From then on, youâll be part of our family.â
After Alicia left, Clara sat alone on a bench outside her building, scrolling through her phone. Nearby, in an inconspicuous nanny car, a strikingly handsome man watched her with an easy grace. A faint smile played on his lips. âItâs been a while.â