Chapter 89. Scandal (1)

He stood up then went inside the bathroom and came out after some seconds with a wet towel. After wiping her teary face, he shook his head and tucked her in the blanket again.

“Good night,” he whispered with a sigh after tucking the hair strands away from her face then stood up and went toward the closet then picked an extra blanket. He lay down on the couch and gazed at the ceiling for a very long time while thinking about how fate could be so cruel to him.

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The next morning…

Clara looked around the room drowsily as she sat on the bed. “Argh! Those twins.” Realization dawned on her and she remembered how they had constantly urged her to drink the strange juice last night while distracting her with their stupid games.

“Hmph, I’ll get them next time.” She promised and got down from the bed, looking around the hotel suite which she knew Jack would have brought her. But she wanted to be sure, afraid that what happened last time might repeat itself.