Clara reflexively stepped forward to help Wilson from falling. It took Wilson a while to steady himself, his eyes shut tight and his hand pressed to his forehead.Surrounded by darkness, Clara realized Wilson's face was frighteningly pale under the moonlight. While she was holding him, her hand touched his, and she was suddenly aware that his hand felt terribly cold. After a few moments, Wilson finally fluttered his eyes open slowly. He straightened up and said weakly, "I'll get going.""What's wrong with you?" Clara could not resist asking. Wilson looked so fragile like he was about to collapse at any time."Me?" Although slightly startled by the question, Wilson quickly forced a smile and acted as if nothing had happened. "I'm fine. Don't worry." Despite that, only he knew how he was so exhausted to the point he was practically swaying on his feet.Wilson should have gone home to rest after the blood draw, but he missed her so much. Unable to stop wanting to see her, he came he

Clara rushed to look for the medicine box while Wilson's hand was still bleeding, but when she came back with the first aid kit, she saw Wilson picking up the broken glass on the floor."Why are you picking that up?! Stop it!" Clara quickly stopped him."Sorry. I made a mess… Let me clean it up," Wilson said."Stop whatever you're doing! I'll do it later!" Clara hissed, taking the broken glass away from him. She grabbed his hand and checked the wound. Fortunately, no glass shards had gotten stuck in his skin, so it was relatively easy to treat.Clara hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit and began treating his wound with cotton and gauze. "If it hurts, just say so," she said. While Clara was treating the wound, Wilson stayed silent the whole time as if he felt no pain. When she was done treating the wound, she looked up only to meet his eyes.Clara reflexively tried to look away, but Wilson spoke first. "What if I hadn't tried to force you to abort the baby? Would things have been

Clara had learned a great lesson from almost falling for Wilson again. She told herself never to fall for him again, or the tragedy of the past would happen again. She warned herself not to repeat the same mistakes. Once fallen, she might be doomed forever!-The next day, Queenie drove to Clara's place around evening. "Clara, didn't we agree to have a meal together? There's a newly opened restaurant in town, and I heard the food is good. Shall we go over and give it a try?" Queenie suggested. "I even drove over to pick you up. You wouldn't mind, right?"Although slightly hesitant at first, Clara finally agreed with a small smile. "Sure. Let's have a meal together. Wait for me." After that, Clara informed her mom and son about the dinner plan and left the store with Queenie.Queenie brought Clara to an expensive restaurant. The restaurant was popular and trended online, and the key target market for this restaurant was said to be wealthy people.Clara looked around at the interi

Clara was about to leave the place as she talked. However, Martin stopped Clara. “Why are you leaving? Wilson is not here yet.”A whiff of alcohol rushed to her nose. Harvey hurriedly pulled Martin away. “Mr. Brooks, you’re getting tipsy. Why are you making things difficult for a woman?” Then, he turned to Clara and smiled. “Why don’t you call Mr. Birch out to have a meal with us? We have no ill intentions. We just want to discuss business with him. You’ll get your share, and it’ll be a win-win situation for us. Don’t you think so, Ms. Wells? Harvey looked like he was speaking for Clara, but his main purpose was to ask her to call Wilson out. They were playing good cop, bad cop. “You guys have misunderstood my relationship with Wilson. You should go to Birch Group to look for him if it’s anything about business. You don’t have to use such methods to see him.” Just as Clara was about to leave again, Martin pulled her back. “Seems like you want to have it the hard way! Do

Wilson looked at him coldly. A chill ran down Harvey’s spine. “We… happened to bump into Ms. Wells today, so we asked her to eat together with us. Knowing that she’s your friend, we thought of asking you to join us.” Queenie hurriedly chirped in, “I’m Clara’s friend, who had helped her a lot. I met her by chance and asked her out for a meal. We thought of inviting you to join the fun. Thank you for coming. Please have a seat.” Then, she pulled out a chair beside Clara for Wilson. However, Wilson ignored her and said, “Just now, who was the one who said that I wouldn’t stand up for Clara and that she had to drink even if she didn’t want to? I couldn’t hear it clearly from outside, so did I miss anything besides that?” Martin was embarrassed, and he got up with a smile. “It’s a misunderstanding. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. I was going to give Ms. Wells a toast.” “A toast?” Wilson sneered. “Clara is pregnant, and she can’t drink. As for me, the doctor has instruc