No Strings Attached

Chapter 220

With a conspiratorial grin, she shoved a box of cupcakes into Clara's hands and whispered in her ear, "Don't let him catch you too easily. Guys always want what they can't have, and once they get it, they take it for granted, you know?"

Before Clara could gather her wits, Greta was already out the door. She stepped outside and immediately called Grandma Rose.

"Grandma, sleep tight tonight. They're cuddling up together - how long till they share a bed?" NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

At this, Rose was over the moon. "Wonderful! That little sacrifice was worth it. Tomorrow, the whole family is off on a vacation abroad, and all the housekeepers will be on leave. I know my future granddaughter-in-law wouln’t have the heart to let my grandson suffer."

Greta had nothing but admiration for Rose's tactics. It was like that old saying. "You can't catch the wolf without risking your sheep."

Clutching the cupcake box, Clara stood frozen for a good fifteen seconds, Greta's words echoing in her head. She knew that Ian's selfless act had indeed touched her heart.

It took her back to three years ago, but the courage she had back then was long gone. Now, she was cautious with every step, covered in emotional scars.

Noticing Clara spaced out by the door, Ian called out softly, "Clara, what did my sister say to you?"

Snapping back to reality, Clara replied, "Oh, nothing. She got you some cupcakes. Fancy a bite?"

Ian raised an eyebrow. "You sure I can eat right now?"

Clara remembered the doctor's orders and quickly corrected herself. He shouldn't eat for 24 hours. "Maybe just some water, then."

She set the cupcakes on the table and poured Ian a glass of water, feeding him one gulp at a time.

Ian savored this moment, his gaze fixed on Clara. How long had it been since he had touched those soft, pink lips? In the quiet of the night, his yearning would drive him to the brink of madness. Just the thought sent his blood racing uncontrollably.

"Clara," he called out, his voice husky.

She stopped immediately, eyes full of concern. "What's wrong, does it hurt?"

"You spilled water down my neck."

"Did I spill it, or did you spit it out?" Clara wondered. She was sure she had been feeding him carefully. How could it have spilled?

Not wanting to argue, Clara reached for a napkin, flipped Ian's collar open, and was about to wipe his neck when suddenly, a strong hand gripped the back of her head. She felt an unexpected tug and was pulled into Ian's arms, her lips crashing against his.

Clara's eyes went wide with shock. Just as she tried to push away, her lips were captured in his mouth. A desperate, wild kiss swept over her.

"Mmm," she tried to protest, but her teeth were gently pried apart, and a warm, eager tongue claimed her mouth.

At first, Clara struggled, but soon, Ian's rhythm was inescapable. For two people who hadn't been this close in so long, their reunion sparked an irrepressible flame.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ian reluctantly let go of Clara, wincing from the pain. His eyes burned into hers, filled with an unquenchable desire.

"Clara, I've missed you so much. Please, help me."