“Are you feeling sorry for Clara? I think that Wilson is more pathetic than her. Clara can still survive without him, but he can’t do that. He can’t live properly at all, and that was why he chose hypnosis.”“I think Clare is still in love with Wilson, and there might be some other reason for her to make that decision,” Serenity said. “But she chose to leave Wilson in the end, right?” Jackson’s comment left Serenity speechless.“It can only mean that her love for Wilson was not deep enough, and it was best for Wilson to forget about his love toward her.” Serenity knew that Jackson was right, but she couldn’t help but worry at the thought of Wilson treating Clara coldly. Even if Clara didn’t love him much, it was sad when a relationship was only remembered by one party. “Well, stop thinking about them.” Jackson wrapped his arm around Serenity. “They should figure out their relationship alone. It's no use for you to worry about it. You should pay more attention to me.” “I d

Their laughter filled the air as they engaged in pleasant conversation, creating a delightful atmosphere.Anyone who saw them would probably think they were a married couple. The video angered Wilson. Their laughter and smiles stung his eyes. He tightly gripped his phone, almost crushing it. "Clara..." he murmured her name. Did she really have no feelings for Peter? If she didn’t, then why did she smile at him like that?! It was... such a gentle smile!By the time Clara and Peter were done shopping, they realized that it was almost noon. They had lunch at a fast food restaurant on the ground floor of the mall. "Thank you for buying Yanny a gift," Clara said. Peter said, "It’s no big deal. You bought a gift for Riley too. I wonder if Yanny will like my gift." "I'm sure he'll love it," Clara assured him. After they finished lunch and were about to leave, Peter suddenly said, "Hey, your shoelace is untied." Clara looked down and saw that her left sneaker's shoelace

"If you're more than just friends, then Peter Wall's done for," Wilson said expressionlessly without a hint of anger on his face.But Clara felt her blood freeze. He... wasn't joking, he was dead serious!If she became more than just friends with Peter, he might actually do something to Peter."Nothing will happen between me and him," she said after a short pause, then squirmed, "Can you let me go now? This position is uncomfortable."He stared at her for a moment, then released his grip.She adjusted her posture and said, "I want to go back to the hotel."Wilson instructed the driver, "To the hotel."The car headed towards the hotel. Throughout the ride, Clara couldn't help but feel unsettled. It seemed like Wilson's gaze was always on her, trying to see through her.It wasn’t that long ago that she desperately wanted to see him, but now that he was sitting next to her, she didn't know what to say.Perhaps, deep down, she already understood that no matter how hard she pleaded

Those rare moments of warmth that they shared, she cherished them deeply. Finally, he ended the kiss and traced his fingertips across her moist lips. "That's how you're supposed to do it. Understand?" he asked.She snapped back to reality, her gaze cloudy.Her chest seemed to be stirred by something.Clara stepped back, breathing heavily. "You...""What's wrong? Aren't you going to continue? Or is that the extent of your determination to find your friend?" he asked.Clara bit her lip. She's afraid, and she didn't know why.What was she afraid of? Even if they ended up in bed, it wouldn't be their first time. Besides, she still loved him! Even though he no longer loved her, even though he had forgotten their love, she still remembered!But she didn't want to... She didn't want to do it with him under such circumstances. She didn't want to do it with him when he didn't truly love her.Clara clenched her fists tightly, forcing herself to bow down to reality.Wilson frowned. Her

"It’s lunchtime. Do you mind having lunch with me?" Madam Birch asked. Without waiting for Clara's response, she placed the order.Dishes were brought out one by one, each one exquisitely presented, but Clara had no appetite."Madam Birch, the lunch doesn't matter. If you want to tell me anything, please get straight to the point. I don't like beating around the bush," Clara said.Madam Birch chuckled. "Well said, Miss Wells. You don't like beating around the bush, and neither do I. But, well, you've led me around in circles, haven't you? Back at the hospital, I thought we had an agreement. I even admired your decisiveness and felt bad for you. I never expected you to go back on your word!"Clara looked her right in the eye and said, "Rest assured, Madam Birch, I didn't come to Latveria to reconcile with Wilson. I just need his help with something. As soon as he agrees, I'll return to Solaria immediately and stop bothering him."Madam Birch scrutinized Clara suspiciously. "You nee