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A wave of mixed emotions welled up in Shawn's mind as he realized how irrational his worry and anger were.
He took a deep breath and his voice softened, “What are you doing here?”
Claire lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, "I ...... I was just looking for a book to read, I didn't mean to ......"
Claire's voice echoed in Shang Shawn's study as she stood there, a copy of The Six Books of Floating Life clutched in her hands as if it was her only refuge.
Shang Shawn's gaze slid from her face to the cover of the book, and a wave of mixed emotions welled up in him.
“Take it back to your room and read it.” Shang Shawn's voice held a hint of unnaturalness; he didn't often read these types of literary books, but at the moment, he was hoping Claire would enjoy it.
Claire's stubbornness made her just shake her head gently, her gaze avoiding Shang Shawn as she turned to walk away, her back straight.
Shang Shawn's hand reached out involuntarily and took hold of her arm.
His touch sent a chill down Claire's spine, and a wetness flashed in her eyes, “I'm sorry.” Her voice trailed off with a hint of self-loathing, she didn't want to seem so vulnerable in front of Jean Shawn.
“Never mind, you'll just know that later.” Shang Shawn's tone eased, and realizing that he had overreacted, he offered, “Change into a little dress and let's go out to dinner.”
Claire looked a little taken aback, but she obediently walked into the room.
Jean Shawn sensed her displeasure and his emotions became mixed. What was it that he was afraid of? Was it Claire's disappearance, or the fact that he cared for her?
When Claire reappeared, she was dressed in a slim ivory gown with pink and gray roses embroidered on the neckline and hem, simple yet elegant.
A glint of appreciation flashed in Jean Shawn's eyes, “It suits you.”
Claire didn't respond, she stood silently at the door of the room and didn't even inquire about the location of the dinner.
A twinge of unease flooded Shang Shawn's mind as he tried to break the silence, “You haven't forgotten who you are, have you?”
Claire was startled by his words, and she snapped back, "Huh? What?"
Jean Shawn's voice took on a hint of depth, “What you are, is my mistress ......”
“I know.” Claire's sigh carried a hint of helplessness, her mood rising and falling like a roller coaster.
Shang Shawn's face went cold, his voice had a hint of reproach in it, "Looking demented like that, like a mistress? I'm a million dollars a month. I might as well hit the water. I can always hear a little noise!"
A light flashed in Claire's eyes as she responded eagerly, “Then I'll give it back to you!” There was a hint of relief in her voice, “Can I ...... leave now?”
Shang Shawn's anger was like a volcano erupting, "Is that how much you want to leave? Hasn't being humiliated been enough to make you want to go back and be Dean's bride?"
Claire wanted to hide in a deserted corner and cry.
What Dean had brought to herself was perhaps not just love, but disillusionment with the faith she had always believed in.
Although she kept her head down, she couldn't help but tremble slightly. Such a situation in the eyes of Shang Shawn, naturally and spontaneously interpreted as - she is still in love.
Claire felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet, her fingers tightened involuntarily, and the chopsticks almost broke in her hands.
Her heart surged with an unprecedented courage, she looked up at Shang Shawn, her voice low but firm: “That is my personal matter, it seems that I don't need to ask Shawn to take care of it.”
Shawn's anger was completely ignited, a furious gleam in his eyes as he cupped Claire's chin, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority, "Your personal business? Do you feel qualified to talk about personal matters?"
Claire didn't hold back, a determined gleam in her eyes, "Why am I not qualified to talk about personal matters? I'm a human being, an independent person.
Yes, I agreed to your unequal treaty, but that doesn't mean there's no ego left. If you agree, I think that our deal is suspended. I am not to your liking anyway, and you ...... are not ......"
Her voice trembled a little, yet it was clearly out of anger rather than fear.
When a person can not retreat, it will inspire infinite courage.
Claire stared at him, the hand holding the chopsticks a little trembling, finally a voice relieved the sword between the two.
Shang Shawn's anger surged in his chest, his fingers unconsciously increased in strength, and a pain came from Claire's jaw.
At that moment, the smart table's sensor system emitted a gentle beep to remind them of their dining etiquette, and the sudden sound brought a slight relief to the tension between the two.
Claire wondered why she was so angry. Was it because he had spoken to her heart?
Dean, this was one of the great failures of his life. Originally, she thought that this unassuming man would be able to spend his life hand in hand with her.
But who knew that the ugly scene would smash her heart into a bottomless abyss?
Even if you don't love it, you can't ignore it.
A lot of things could originally be with the passage of time and from thick to light, until disappeared without a trace.
Only at a certain unintentional moment, he quietly attacked, provoking the lips of that little light smile.
But Shawn seemed to care too much about her past, bringing it up sometimes, giving Claire the feeling of humiliation.
The waiter, who was observing her face, immediately brought a pair of clean chopsticks, and only then did Shawn loosen his grip on her.
Shang Shawn glanced at her and saw that she was still glaring at him like a matador. He coughed awkwardly, “Alright, let's eat, the food is getting cold.”
Claire felt a moment of confusion, she didn't understand why Shang Shawn suddenly curbed his anger.
For the first time in her life, Shang Shawn had taken the initiative to lay down.
All in all, it was a meal that left both of them with a belly full of anger.
On the way back, Shawn's hands holding the steering wheel were certainly not slanting.
Claire also just turned her eyes to the car window, as if the street scene of the past days, were tired of seeing, attracted her eyeballs.
But she didn't press the issue, just continued her meal in silence. After dinner was over, the two made their way back to Shang Shawn's place in silence.
As soon as Shang Shawn enters, he walks into the study and the smart door lock automatically recognizes his fingerprint and the door opens quietly.
Sang Shawn flung his hand into the study. The door slammed as if to announce his displeasure.
In fact, he had never been a man to show his emotions, until he sat down in his chair, still a little stunned. His own This passed fire, sent not to say inexplicable, but also some ......
Bitterly smiled and opened the computer, trying hard to focus his mind on official business.
But that one jumping data, but turned into Claire with accusatory meaning of the gaze, surprisingly an hour down, did not see the efficiency of the work.
Annoyed, he let his breath out onto the mouse, his eyes flicking at the door of the study from time to time.
Remembering again that the door was firmly touched by him, he stood up and quietly showed a c***k.
Such a gesture of weakness amused him, and his face warmed slightly.
His mind was filled with confusion and irritation, wondering why he was so sensitive to Claire's emotions.
His eyes flicked to the doorway from time to time in anticipation of Claire's appearance, but she did not appear.
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