NovelApexChapter 342
Clara had this uncanny ability to charm anyone she set her sights on; no one could escape the web she wove.
Dylan took his tfinishing his steak and then looked up at the woman across from him, offering a polite, "I've
got a meeting to catch, sorry about that."
The woman exhaled slowly, gesturing gracefully, "Please, go ahead."
Clara quickly whisked Dylan away. In the elevator, she pulled out a sanitizing wipe she had ready, crouched down
beside him, and started wiping his hand.
Earlier, she'd applied lip gloss, leaving a faint imprint on the back of his hand.
She carefully wiped it away, using three wipes, before letting out a deep breath.
"All clean, Mr. Dylan. Really sorry about that earlier."
Dylan pulled his hand back, staying silent.
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Worried she'd upset him, Clara quickly added, "I didn't have much choice; that woman was tough to handle."
Without her quick thinking, they wouldn't have gotten away with it.
The elevator soon reached the ground floor, and as the doors opened, there stood Simon.
His eyes narrowed sharply, like he'd caught them red-handed.
"Clara, what's on your neck?!"
Clara felt a headache brewing; why now, of all times? "I don't owe you an explanation."
Simon scoffed, trailing after her, "Aren't you dating someone? Why are you with Dylan, dressed like that, with
marks on your neck? Is Dylan your side piece? Have you no shame?!"
His voice grew louder, turning into a shout.
"Smack!"
Clara slapped him hard.
Simon tasted blood at the corner of his mouth, his throat tight as if he wanted to say more, but then Dylan
called, "Clara."
She turned quickly, "What's up?"
Dylan took the scarf off his neck, signaling for her to bow her head.
Still frazzled, she instinctively complied, and he wrapped the scarf snugly around her.
His tone remained calm, "Don't catch a cold."
With that, Aiden had arrived to pick him up.
Clara stood there, Simon's voice piercing the air again, "Wow, you two seem close. Is he really your side piece,
Clara? You know what Dylan once told me?"
Her headache intensified, but even if she explained tonight's ordeal, Simon probably wouldn't get it.
Simon stared at her, eyes bloodshot.
Dylan once said, the one not loved is the real third wheel. Ha.
Simon was truly bitter; why was he the first to know Clara, yet Dylan ended up winning her over?
She must have slept with Dylan.
Damn it!
His mind was spinning as he suddenly reached out, trying to pull Clara into his arms, only to be met with another
slap.
Clara's expression turned ice-cold, her gaze piercing.
"Simon, I've made it clear. There's no future for us, and | never liked you."
"Impossible!"
Simon shouted, feeling nothing but humiliation.
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