NovelEnglishChapter 117
The housekeeper was about to chin again but stopped short when she noticed Dylan standing quietly at the
top of the stairs, his hair still damp. She clammed up immediately, realizing she might have overstepped, and
quickly busied herself with other chores.
Clara hurried up the stairs, balancing a steaming mug of hot milk. She couldn't help but notice the droplets of
water still clinging to Dylan's skin and the way his hair was dripping. "Mr. Dylan, you'll catch a cold if you stay
like this," she gently admonished.
Dylan turned and made his way slowly towards the bedroom, leaning on the doorfrfor support. Clara quickly
set the milk down on a table inside the room and rushed back to help him. He let her guide him, and together
they moved into the room.
Just as Dylan was about to sip his milk, Clara's phone rang. It was Simon on the line. Ever since leaving Ferguson
Corporation earlier, Simon had been feeling uneasy, sensing something off about Dylan's demeanor. In a
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Clara accidentally hit the speakerphone button, and Simon's voice filled the room. "If I'm not marrying Quinn,
Clara, would you...?"
Clara's heart skipped a beat. What was he saying? Quinn was pregnant, and he was reconsidering the wedding.
No way!
She quickly grabbed her phone, trying not to show her agitation in front of Dylan, and hurried out of the room,
her voice tinged with urgency. "What did you just say?"
Dylan watched her retreat with quiet concern, his grip tightening slightly on the mug, but he remained silent,
staring down at the milk.
Clara walked down the hallway, making sure she was far enough that Dylan couldn't overhear her, and then let
her frustration out. "Are you serious? Quinn's pregnant with your child, and you're thinking of not getting
married?"
Simon had had a bit too much to drink and was unsettled by Dylan's behavior. He loathed the dark thoughts
creeping in but felt an urgent need to test the waters.
"Clara, do you still have feelinnet
for
me? You've been so distant lately.
I've been down and had a few drinks tonight. Where are you now?"
Clara was on edge, fearing Simon might indeed back out of the wedding. She hung up abruptly and removed
Quinn from her blocked contacts, dialing her instead. "Quinn, Simon's drunk. You should go pick him up."
But before she could say more, Quinn's voice cut through, cold and sharp. "How do you know he's drunk, Clara?
Are you trying to get close to Simon again? You shameless bitch!"
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Quinn's voice was near breaking
with anger, her lips quivering. Ryan's sudden interest in Clara had already left her rattled, and now Simon
seemed to be drifting towards Clara too. Panic set in because Quin wasn't actually pregnant; she just wanted to
marry Simon. Once her plans were secured, she intended to push Clara towards Nate, fulfilling her own
ambitions.
But Simon's recent behavior kept her on edge, and even when they dined
together, he seemed preoccupied. Quinn's face twisted with fury as she glared at her reflection in the mirror, a
sneer forming.
This was all Clara's doing!
She took a deep breath and spat out,
"Years ago, you caused Dylan's leg injury. Do you know how much the Fergusons loathe you, Clara? No matter
what you do, they'll never accept you. Even if Simon doesn't marry me, it won't be you he chooses!"
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