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Shawn is in his office, constantly checking the time, and there is an indescribable anxiety in his mind.
Finally, he decided to go home and wanted to talk to Claire.
When he opened the door, he saw a scene of Claire and Terrence Wei talking and laughing in the kitchen.
An inexplicable emotion welled up in Shawn's heart, and he walked over to her with a hint of displeasure in his voice, “Terrence Wei, why are you here?”
Terrence Wei turned around and replied calmly, “I just came to check on Claire, Shawn.”
Sensing Shawn's displeasure, Claire stood up and tried to lighten the mood, “Shawn, Terrence Wei is here to help me.”
A flash of mixed emotions flashed in Shawn's eyes as he looked at Claire, his voice low, “I told you, I will not allow you to leave this house.”
Claire's heart tightened as she felt Shawn's controlling nature, but there was also a stubbornness in her heart that wouldn't give in. She took a deep breath and said firmly, “Shawn, I am not your prisoner.”
A flash of surprise flashed through Shawn's eyes; he hadn't expected Claire to contradict him so directly.
He looked at her firm eyes, and the emotions in his heart became complicated.
Terrence Wei was quietly observing the interaction between the two from the sidelines, and a premonition came to his mind that perhaps the relationship between Claire and Shawn was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
Shawn eventually sighed, knowing he couldn't force Claire to do anything. His voice softened, “Claire, I'm just worried about you.”
Claire looked at Shawn and a touch of emotion welled up in her heart. She knew that as strong as Shawn was, his concern was also real.
The three of them shared a cozy lunch in the apartment.
The atmosphere between Shawn and Claire gradually eased up, and they began to try to understand each other's positions and feelings.
After lunch, Shawn takes Claire to the rooftop garden, where he carefully tends to the flowers and plants.
As they watered the flowers and chatted, Claire realized that Shawn wasn't as cold as she thought he was, and that he had a softer side.
Shawn looks at Claire and his heart is filled with complicated emotions.
He knew that his feelings for Claire had gone beyond simple possessiveness and what he wanted was her heart.
Claire also felt the change in Shawn, and her heart began to falter. Maybe Shawn wasn't so unapproachable. Maybe there could be more possibilities between them.
As the sun set, the two of them sat in the rooftop garden, enjoying their quiet time together.
Shawn's heart was filled with gratitude for Claire's rejection, for it was this rejection that had made him begin to reflect on his own behavior, and to learn to respect and understand.
Claire leaned on Shawn's shoulder, her heart filled with hope.
She knew that their relationship still had a long way to go, but she was willing to give Shawn, and herself, a chance.
Claire was in the bright and spacious kitchen, the aroma of an omelet overflowing.
She looked around, thinking that the small loft she had once rented was not nearly as spacious as this place.
She had just brought the omelet to the table when the sound of the doorbell shattered the early morning quiet.
After a moment's hesitation, she thought to herself that she wasn't Shawn himself, so maybe it would be a good idea to pretend she wasn't home.
However, the doorbell continued, and Claire reluctantly opened the small window on the security door.
“Hello, I'm here to deliver food.” The waiter at the door said politely.
“Food delivery?” Claire almost froze. She remembered that Shawn hadn't mentioned that there would be a food delivery.
She unscrewed the lock, took the lunch box, and inquired about the price, paying it with no small amount of heartache in her mind.
"What's for lunch, miss? Mr said the noon portion, too, would be delivered by us." The waiter's respectful manner made Claire feel a touch uncomfortable.
“Ah ...... what's there?” Claire thought to herself that this breakfast was already expensive, and I was afraid lunch wouldn't be any cheaper.
The waitress fluently announced a series of dish names, and Claire replied sheepishly, “One fried rice will do.”
“Fried rice?” There was a hint of skepticism in the waiter's tone.
“Uh, yes, one order of Yangzhou fried rice.” Claire tried to make her voice sound calm.
“Then ...... what kind of soup do you want?” The waiter continued to inquire.
Claire sighed, “No, I'll make my own egg soup.”
The waiter looked a little disappointed, and Claire couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed in her heart, “Otherwise, there's no need for delivery at noon, I'll make it myself.”
“Alright then.” The waiter's tone revealed a trace of relief, and before leaving, he didn't forget to remind himself, “Next time if Miss has any needs, just call us.”
Claire hurriedly nodded her head, but in her heart, she understood that she would not be able to patronize such an expensive restaurant on a regular basis.
Closing the door, she painfully looked at the takeout box in her hand, which contained a burger, egg tart, and blueberry pie.
She ate half of the takeout and half of her own omelet before she rubbed her belly contentedly.
She then dove into the kitchen and started “scouting” every cupboard, but was disappointed to find not a single grain of rice.
It seemed that the take-out and the omelet would be her food for the day.
Bored, Claire wandered around the house and finally stopped at the door of the study.
She looked at the shelves full of books and was filled with longing. On the broad desk, a laptop computer closed quietly.
After some thought, she decided not to touch the study that might involve trade secrets and gently covered the door.
However, the temptation of those books was too great for her, causing her to turn around the room before being drawn back in.
In the end, she still bit her lip and sneaked into the study like a thief.
The moment Shang Shawn stepped into his home, the smart door lock automatically recognized his biometrics and the door slid open silently.
His eyes quickly swept over the spotless living room, and uneasiness surged in his heart like a tidal wave.
He knew that Claire wasn't very good at housekeeping, and the tidiness of it all, instead, gave him a sense of foreboding.
He hurriedly crossed the corridor and, with a flick of the smart key in his hand, the bedroom door opened in response.
Everything in front of him was in order, the bedding on the bed was neatly folded without even a single wrinkle.
His heart sank, Claire's absence especially jarring in space.
Jean Shawn walked quickly toward the bathroom, a glimmer of hope remaining in his heart.
However, the emptiness and tidiness of the bathroom mercilessly shattered his illusions.
He turned and rushed toward the study, Claire's most likely destination.
His hand paused for an instant on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and then violently pushed the door open.
The afterglow of the evening sun poured in through the intelligently-adjusted light windows, illuminating Claire as she sat on the floor.
Her figure looked lonely in the light, yet surprisingly harmonious, as if she belonged in this space in the first place.
The anger and anxiety in Jean Shawn's heart was instantly replaced by an inexplicable tenderness.
Claire was startled by the sudden noise, and she raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
Shang Shawn's voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling, “Claire!”
She stood up hastily, the book in her lap slipping to the floor.
She tried to squeeze out a smile, but she was shocked by Shang Shawn's expression and the smile froze on her face.
“I just ...... saw that there were books here ...... so ......” Claire's voice trailed off as she knew her explanation seemed pale.
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