Chapter 229
As Clara's fingertips were playfully nibbled, his voice still had that sultry, post-sex rasp. "You said you chere
with your boss?"
Feeling a bit worn out, Clara yawned. "Yeah, | did."
"What's he like?"
"He's nice."
"How does he measure up to me?"
Clara's eyes popped open. The room was dim, just enough light to outline his silhouette. He had an impressive
build. She definitely felt lucky.
"No contest. You two are worlds apart. He's like a snow-capped mountain-cool and distant. You're more like a
vibrant rose, hot and inviting. My boss is someone you admire from afar, not someone you cozy up to."
"How can you be so sure? Maybe you just don't know him well enough, like you don't know me."
Clara furrowed her brow, cupping his face. "I don't know you? Well, letget to know you better over time. How
can | if | never see your face?"
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"You've seen it before. You got pretty worked up and even slapped me."
Clara sat up straight, suddenly embarrassed. She scratched her cheek, realizing she might have been more hot-
tempered than she remembered.
She had just shared an intimate moment with him and then slapped him. No wonder he was so self-conscious.
She felt like a real jerk. What had happened between them that made her hit him? She couldn't recall.
Taking a deep breath, Clara gently patted his cheek. "Did | slap you here? Does it still hurt?"
"If you care about me, it doesn't hurt."
Clara silently berated herself. Clara, what were you thinking? How could you hurt someone so good to you?
She quickly stood up and kissed him twice on each cheek. "Of course | care, but I've got to go. I've annoyed my
boss lately, so | need to stick around and smooth things over. If anything comes up, text or call me."
Just as she turned to leave, her wrist was gently grasped.
"Do you think you might get too close to your boss?"
Clara couldn't help but smile. Was he jealous? Ah, he was like a clingy golden retriever.
"Don't worry, | won't fall for him. | just think he's a decent guy, but he's not my type."
"What if he ever becomes like me? Would you then..."
Clara interrupted with a quick peck on his lips. "Stop right there, no need for horror stories. Just the thought
giveschills. He'd have to be smaster of disguise —a bit unsettling, really."
The grip on her wrist relaxed. "Alright, see you next time."
As Clara left the dim room, she couldn't help but smile. He had been so
considerate, even wiping her clean with a napkin to make sure no one noticed her disheveled state.
Though he was obedient, he had a streak of possessiveness.
As for what he said later, she could not think about it. Dylan was meant to be admired from afar. Whoever dared
to make him her own was surely in the wrong.
Clara deliberately lingered outside before heading to Dylan's suite. Upon entering, she found the men already
engrossed in discussing their latest project.
Clara couldn't help but reflect on her own actions. Sneaking out to meet someone else was truly bold.
Her gaze locked with Dylan's, who maintained his usual composed demeanor, though his ears were still tinged
with red.
Clara was puzzled, and her thoughts drifted back to Z.
Z was the type to directly express what he wanted, persistent if necessary, unlike Dylan's silence.
She quietly stood behind Dylan, catching a faint scent of pine from him. Z had a different scent, indescribable
but pleasant.
Her thoughts inevitably drifted back to Z after their recent encounter, until an abrupt voice cut through. "Ms.
Clara, didn't you bother to cover your tracks after sneaking off?"
Jackson was about to light a cigarette when Dylan stopped him. "There's a lady present."
Jackson wanted to retort that Clara hardly counted, but he heeded Dylan's words and put the cigarette away.
Clara gracefully adjusted her collar. "I just met my boyfriend outside, sorry about that."
Jackson's face twisted with disdain. "Isn't Simon about to get married? Why is he sneaking around with you? Do
you realize you're the other woman? And to your sister no less. Aren't you ashamed?"
Only Richard glanced quickly at Dylan, then sneered. "I told you, swomen are heartless. Better to marry
quickly than wait around."
Jackson didn;t realize who Richard was referring to,and assumed it was about himself. "What's with the cryptic
remarks? I'm not waiting for anyone. I'm quite happy with my current fling."
Richard pushed his head away. "I wasn't talking about you."
"Not me? Besides me, there's Nicholas here. Nicholas had a fling with Scarlette, but she found him too young.
Who else could you mean? Certainly not Dylan. Even at the end of the world, he wouldn't chase after women."
Clara nodded in agreement. Dylan seemed disinterested in romance, perhaps even finding it distasteful.