NovelOnlineChapter 290
Clara strolled into the lobby just as Eden was about to hop into the elevator. Eden was in a frantic rush to catch
up with Dylan, her face all scrunched up with urgency. But as soon as her eyes landed on Clara, that urgency
quickly twisted into a fiery anger.
"Clara! You witch!" she spat, raising her hand to slap Clara, but Clara was quicker, catching Eden's wrist mid-air.
The receptionists, noticing the unfolding, thought about stepping in. They were worried about Clara
clashing with this high-profile guest, knowing well they'd be the ones in hot water with the manager later. But
before they could act, Clara surprised everyone by delivering a slap to Eden herself.
Eden's head snapped to the side, her lips trembling. "How dare you hit me?" she stammered, disbelief coloring
her voice.
Clara just chuckled, crossing her arms. "Oh, Ms. Eden, this isn't my first rodeo. Remember the tyou ended up
in the hospital because of me? You'd think you'd have learned to keep it down by now."
The receptionists were caught off guard, pausing in their tracks. They had initially worried about Clara but
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtquickly realized she was a force to be reckoned with, even more so than Eden. It seemed like this socialite had
finally met her match. Secretly, they couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction, almost hoping Clara would give
Eden another taste of her medicine.
Releasing Eden's wrist, Clara took a step back. "Ms. Eden, you used to mockfor being a sycophant. Yet,
you've been trailing after Dylan for years, and it seems he's still clueless about your feelings. Needto give
him a little nudge?"
Eden went pale as a sheet. Dylan only saw her as a junior, and she could only act playful with him under that
guise. If her true feelings were revealed, Dylan would surely keep his distance.
"You wouldn't dare!" Eden hissed.
Clara's demeanor shifted, her eyes narrowing with a cold edge as she stepped closer. "I could keep this to
myself, but Ms. Eden, you'd better mind your manners around me. Otherwise, | might just let it slip, and then the
esteemed Mr. Dylan will find out the not-so-innocent thoughts his 'dear junior’ has been harboring. Tsk tsk."
"Clara!" Eden's whole body shook with rage, but there was nothing she could do. Clara casually waved her off
and made a beeline for the hotel's restaurant. Eden bit hard on her lip, her eyes blazing with malice.
Witch, damn witch! This time, I'll make sure Clara never sets foot in New York again!
After a satisfying meal, Clara returned to her room to find Aiden waiting for her. "Ms. Clara, didn't you mention
you're good at leg massages?"
Was this his way of saying she needed to give Dylan's legs sattention?
"The boss has been cooped up in the car all day, and his legs are giving him trouble. Besides, his leg issues are
because of you."
Every tthis was thrown in her face, Clara couldn't argue, as Dylan's leg problems were indeed tied to her.
Taking a deep breath, she headed to his room. As she opened the door, Dylan was stepping out of the shower,
clad in nothing but a loosely tied robe. His damp hair hung over his face as he leaned against the bathroom door,
glancing at her before trying to move towards the bed.
Clara noticed his room's layout was different from hers, clearly spruced up and sanitized. Seeing his struggle,
she quickly moved to support him.
"Mr. Dylan, after all this rehab, is your leg still acting up?" she asked, reminding herself of her promise to be at
his service until his leg healed, even though she'd been a bit distant lately.
Holding his arm, her fingertips brushed against his skin. His robe left a good chunk of his chest exposed, with the
belt barely hanging on. Water dripped from his hair, making him look like something out of a painting.
Kneeling by the bed, Clara started massaging his calf. She was about to say something when a droplet from his
hair accidentally landed in her eye.
She blinked, her eyes turning red, instinctively raising a hand to wipe it away. Dylan caught her wrist, "Don't use
your hand."
She blinked a few more times until the irritation subsided. "You should dry your hair; otherwise, you'll keep
dripping on me."
She found a clean towel Aiden had stashed in the suitcase and offered it to him, but he didn't take it.
That's when Clara noticed several scratches on his hand, like he'd crushed something. "What happened to your
hand?"
"It's nothing," he replied.
"How can it be nothing? You're bleeding. Did you crush a glass? I'll get Aiden in here to patch you up."
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