Chapter 151 - 151 151. The Shattered Feelings

151 151. The Shattered Feelings

Clara’s throat constricted, looking at Samuel with mixed feelings. Her eyes heated up, and tears welled up in her eyelids.

Were Jade and Samuel the same person? If not, why were the stories too similar? Did Samuel experience the same thing as Jade?

“She left me alone in a hotel room and woke up alone after I asked her out on a date with me. You know, she previously said, if only I was the man she was betrothed to, she would agree,” said Samuel, explaining in an even tone. Clara saw his jaw tighten as he looked away from her.

“Do … you hate her?” asked Clara with trembling lips. Right now, she was wondering if Samuel was Jade.

Samuel was silent. “I was just heartbroken. Am I wrong?” He glanced back at Clara. “She wasn’t wrong either. We only met for a night, who would believe in a stranger?”

Clara nodded. She wanted to explain to Samuel why she had chosen to leave that night. However, she couldn’t bring her lips to say it.

“Love cannot grow overnight. There is only chemistry, which makes us want to be closer to that person. That will happen if both of them agree,” continued Samuel again. He looked at Clara with a hurt look. “Not everyone admits that many lovers start with strangers.”

Clara felt her throat go dry. Tears were running down her cheeks without her noticing. Samuel saw her, wiping away her tears tenderly.

“Can I have a glass of water?” Clara asked, changing the subject.

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“Sure,” whispered Samuel.

The man then got up and got dressed. “You can use my bathroom.”

Clara nodded. “Thank you. Coincidentally, I had to rush to the hospital. Because I have a business to take care of.”

Samuel then went downstairs to prepare a light breakfast. In the kitchen, he met Sofia asking the maid to make her favorite breakfast.

“Hi, Sam! Did you have a good night?” asked Sofia with a bright and nosy face.

“Good!” answered Samuel without smiling. He took some eggs from the fridge and took a bowl to beat the eggs.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The maid who was with Sofia was stunned by Samuel’s unusual act. “Let me—”

“No need, she’s my guest. I’ll make it myself,” Samuel answered flatly. “Can you help me prepare a change of clothes for her?”

“This early?” asked the maid. She didn’t know where to go to buy clothes so early.

“Let’s go to my room,” Sofia replied. “I have some new clothes.”

Sofia and the maid didn’t bother Samuel anymore. The two of them immediately went to the room to prepare Clara’s change of clothes.

Not long after, two servings of cheese omelet, a glass of water, a glass of apple juice, and a carton of milk were ready on the tray. Samuel took them upstairs.

In the room, Clara was already wearing Sofia’s clothes, which were quite large. A baby blue long-sleeve shirt combined with skinny blue jeans made her look like a teenager. Samuel, who saw Clara dressed up and checked her appearance in the mirror, stopped for a moment.

Clara realized someone was watching her. She then came to a halt, embarrassed.

“Are the colors too childish?” Clara asked Samuel.

Samuel shook his head. “Looks better for your eye color. Instead of red, shades of blue will make your eyes pop.”

Clara’s heart clenched. Was Samuel making fun of her because she wore a red dress six years ago? Did he remember that the girl he spent the night with was her?

“Breakfast is ready.” Samuel set the food on the table.

Clara came closer and suddenly felt hungry seeing the food that was served on the small dining table near the sofa. “Looks really good,” Clara said as she took a sip of water from her glass.

“I made it myself. Don’t know how it tastes. Hope you like it,” Samuel answered in a flat voice. He smiled lightly at Clara.

They then eat together. “It’s delicious. I happen to like cheese omelets.”

“Thank you. I can only make cheese omelets and cold cereal for breakfast,” said Samuel again, chuckling. “How about your fiancé?” asked Samuel with a straight face.

Clara stopped chewing. She took a sip of water to help her swallow the food. “Why are you suddenly asking about him?” Clara asked without smiling. She knew that Samuel wanted to start a cold war.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again. “I’m just … curious.”

Clara smiled. “Do you have an obsession with women who already have a partner?” quipped Clara while opening the milk.

“I just don’t like arranged marriages. I don’t like parents who dictate their child’s life,” Samuel answered coldly. His green eyes stared at Clara with a sharp gaze.

“Is matchmaking always bad? If he’s handsome and loves me, wouldn’t I be lucky?” Clara asked, saying what Samuel had said in the past.

Samuel fell silent. They then continued eating silently.

“Thank you very much for the breakfast,” Clara said after finishing her food. “I’ll clean the dishes.”

“Just leave it here, the maid will take care of it,” Samuel prevented. “Do you need a ride to the hospital?”

Clara shook her head. She didn’t want to reject the offer, but she didn’t want to be with Samuel any longer. It felt so awkward. She couldn’t help it.

“I will call a cab.”

“If you come to my place, uninvited, you must be willing to be escorted home.” Samuel remained adamant. “The driver will be ready for you outside.”

Clara sighed softly. “Do you always take your one-night stands home?” asked Clara irritably. “And send them back in the morning?”

“I never bring one-night stands home,” Samuel replied with a wry laugh.

Clara just realized that Samuel’s house was not a place with enough privacy. Little did she know that Samuel’s house was much worse than that.

However, Clara’s clueless didn’t last long because soon she felt something like an earthquake. Samuel’s room floor shook. There was the sound of small footsteps moving into the room and opening the door suddenly like a surprise attack.

“Samuel! We are home!”