A Night of Desire

Chapter 437: Chapter 430: Definitely Has Malicious Intentions

Her barrage of questions suddenly made Seth Quinn feel that any explanation he could offer would be feeble. After all, everything she said was the truth of what had happened, and he had honestly never considered any of it.

Back then, he’d only been thinking about forcing her hand, backing her into a corner so she’d have no choice but to marry him!

Just as Rowan Linden had said, she probably truly hated him now. All he felt was endless panic and heartache, and it seemed there was nothing else he could do.

Seeing him remain silent, Clara Grant grew even more agitated. Her gaze shifted from him to the window outside. She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door, but it wouldn’t open.

She remained in that position and said without turning her head, "Unlock the door. I want to get out."

Hearing her say she wanted to get out, Seth Quinn looked up and grabbed her arm. "Clara, please don’t be angry, okay? I can apologize. I was wrong. No matter what, I shouldn’t have lied to you... Actually, I’ve been meaning to tell you the truth for a while..."

"Is that so?" Clara Grant cut him off coldly before he could finish. "You’ve been meaning to tell me the truth? But I recall that just a couple of days ago, you told me Cherie had recovered and that her mom had taken her back to the U.S.A."

"I even asked you later if you were hiding something from me, and you didn’t volunteer the truth then, either, did you? Now that I’ve found out, you claim you’ve been meaning to tell me all along? Seth Quinn, don’t you think that’s a little hard to believe?"

Seth Quinn could only laugh bitterly to himself. It was true. At this point, nothing he said had any credibility.

When she finished, Clara Grant repeated coldly, "Unlock the door. I want to get out."

’I know I should probably accept his apology. After all, we only just made up a few days ago, and now we’re fighting again because of this.’

’But, faced with such a prolonged lie—one he seemed ready to continue for as long as I never found out—I really can’t just calmly accept his apology as if nothing happened.’

’Maybe once I’ve calmed down, I’ll listen to his explanation. Maybe I’ll even accept his apology. But right now, I just want to get out of this car.’

Seth Quinn’s grip on her hand tightened. "It’s fine if you don’t accept my apology, but at least let me take you to the film studio. We’re already in the suburbs; it’s hard to get a cab here."

"No need. If I can’t get a cab, I’ll walk back. The worst that can happen is I’ll ask Director Keane for another day off!"

Later, Clara Grant would reflect that what she said in that moment was rather petulant, perhaps even pushing her luck a bit. But at the time, she was just that stubborn, refusing to listen to him and insisting on getting out.

"Clara!" Seth Quinn was utterly helpless.

Clara Grant ignored him, rolled down the window, and made a move to climb out, only for Seth Quinn to grab her and pull her back in.

"Fine, fine. I’ll unlock the door and let you out." He had no choice but to concede.

He unlocked the doors. Clara Grant quickly pushed her door open, got out, slammed it shut, and then stalked straight ahead.

Seth Quinn drove slowly, following behind her. Clara Grant paid him no mind, just kept walking and looking for a taxi.

She must have been in luck. Within a few minutes, an empty cab approached from the opposite direction, likely returning after dropping someone off outside the city. She quickly flagged it down.

Fortunately, there wasn’t much traffic on the suburban road, so it was easy for the cab to make a U-turn.

Clara Grant got into the taxi. Glancing in the rearview mirror at Seth Quinn’s car still following them, she said to the driver, "Sir, please speed up and lose that car behind us. It’s an unlicensed cab. Not only did the driver try to jack up the price mid-trip, but he started following me after I got out. He’s definitely up to no good."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and frowned. "Using a car that expensive as an unlicensed cab?"

Clara Grant’s expression remained unchanged. "Who knows? Just lose him."