NovelEnglishChapter 365
Clara was feeling a bit on edge with Nicholas's eyes glued to her. His expression kept shifting from frowning to
pursing his lips, leaving her guessing at his thoughts. She felt like she was under a microscope.
The whole room seemed to chill, and when she glanced over, she noticed Dylan wasn't looking his best. He was
pale, sipping water constantly, and his wrist was tense around the glass.
Without hesitation, she got up and went over to him. “Mr. Dylan, are you feeling okay?"
Dylan just lowered his gaze, his hands wrapped around the cup. "I'm fine."
Clara knew him well enough to realize that even if he wasn't fine, he wouldn't bother saying much about it.
Leaning in a bit, she whispered, "Is it your stomach? There's a pharmacy nearby. | can grab smeds for you."
Before Dylan could respond, Nicholas tapped the table. "Ms. Clara, please sit down and keep sdistance from
Dylan."
Only then did Clara grasp that Nicholas was playing the protective role, thinking she might have shidden
agenda with Dylan. She couldn't help but chuckle at the thought and quickly returned to her seat.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDylan's fingers trembled briefly as he shot Nicholas a look. Nicholas just raised an eyebrow, mentally giving
himself a nod of approval. He figured someone like Clara wasn't right for Dylan. With him around, no sneaky
intentions would get past!
Clara sat back, maintaining a good three feet between her and Dylan. The table was massive, designed for
private, high-profile dinners, so there wasn't any room for small talk-or small tables.
As soon as she settled in, Nicholas sneered, "Don't think I'm unaware of your game. It's better to drop it. I've
heard all the rumors flying around. Did you start them? Walter's still setting up dates for Dylan, which means
he's not into you."
He kept his voice low, just for Clara to hear. Clara just smiled, closing the menu calmly. "Mr. Nicholas, | know
where | stand."
Once the dishes arrived, Clara eagerly introduced each one to Dylan, having done her homework on the
ingredients and preparation.
"Mr. Dylan, this soup is said to be..."
Nicholas cut her off, "No talking during meals."
Clara clamped her mouth shut, worried Dylan might not appreciate her culinary commentary, and quickly
apologized. "Sorry about that."
She could sense Dylan's growing discomfort, fearing he actually disliked her dish introductions. She flashed a
thankful smile at Nicholas. "Thanks for the heads up, Mr. Nicholas."
Nicholas sneered again, "Trying to winover won't work."
Clara was a bit taken aback. She'd heard Nicholas was notoriously hard to deal with, but at least he wasn't as
harsh as Jackson. He might be sarcastic, but he wasn't hostile, just thinking she wasn't the right fit for Dylan.
She kept her silence.
For the rest of the meal, she only said, "Mr. Dylan, Mr. Nicholas, enjoy your meal."
After that, she stayed quiet till the end, worried about making Dylan uncomfortable.
But as twent on, the mood around Dylan only got heavier.
When it was tto leave, she eagerly went to push his wheelchair, asking, "Mr. Dylan, was the meal not
satisfying?"
Given it was a fancy private dinner with extra dishes she'd ordered, it shouldn't have been about not enough
food.
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