novelxo Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Clara's eyelids funtered open, and a familiar face loomed into view, a beacon in the tumultuous sea of her
consciousness
She clung to him like he was her lifeline. Her fingers gripped the fabric of the man’s shirt as she whispered with a frail voice, “Anders, get me out of here.”
The last thing she wanted was for lan to witness her in such disamay. She couldn't bear his pitying gaze. She didn't want anything from him. She just needed to escape this place as quickly as possible
Anders watched her, his eyes betraying a hint of anxiety. How can you leave in this state? I should take you to a doctor
No, Anders! I just donated blood, that's all I'm just a bit drained. Please, just take me home,” she implored
A gentle look in Anders eyes despened into concem. He bent down and lifted Clara in his arms, holding her securely against his chest. Don't be afraid, I've got you" he soothed as he carried her away.
Clara rubbed her head sheepishly “Mr. Marco was always so good to me, and I feel guilty for not following in his footsteps. I'm too embarrassed to face him.”
She had been Mr. Marco's most promising student, and he had high hopes for her openly claiming she would make waves in the legal world once she graduated. Yet, she had turned her back on a law career to stay with lan, a decision that had left Mr. Marco lamenting for quite some time.
Anders pulled out a chair for her with gentlemanly grace. “Everyone has their own path, and Marco never blamed you for choosing yours.”
A bittersweet feeling washed over Clara. She looked up at Anders and asked, “You've become a renowned fawyer in Scandinavia with an income that's off the charts. What brings you back home?” 1/2
Chapter 13
A flash of light sparked in Anders’ eyes, quickly fading to a soft glow. “I never got used to the food there, so I decided to come back,” he replied, his voice even.
He handed Clara a spoon, casually changing the subject. “What happened between you and him?” Clara forced a smile, her voice light. “We broke up.”
Anders’ gaze intensified, resting on her face for a moment before he casually shrugged off the heaviness, “Don’t worry, you've got me. I won't let him bully you.”
He reached out, his large hand gently patting her head in a comforting gesture. He knew all too well how much she had suffered in that relationship. Last night, even in her sleep, she had cried. However, before his hand could retreat, the room's door swung open.