A Night of Desire

Chapter 438: Chapter 431: If It Were Him, He’d Be Worried and Anxious Again, Right?

The driver replied, "Alrighty, miss. Hold on tight."

The moment the words left his mouth, he floored the gas pedal, and the car shot forward as if it had taken flight.

Silently following behind, Seth Quinn was stunned for a long moment before it dawned on him: Clara Grant was trying to shake him.

In any case, he knew where she was going and how to get there, so he wasn’t in a hurry to chase her. Besides, the more he chased, the faster she’d probably tell the taxi driver to go to lose him, and that would be even more dangerous.

...

By the time the taxi screeched to a halt, Clara Grant felt like she was going to throw up.

She had asked him to go a little faster, not to drive the car like it was an airplane. It was a hell of a ride.

Fighting the churning in her stomach, she paid the fare and got out. The moment she shut the door, the taxi sped away with a WHOOSH.

Clara Grant clutched her chest and subconsciously glanced in the direction the taxi had gone. A memory suddenly flashed through her mind of the last time Seth Quinn drove her to the film set. She had also asked him to drive faster then, but because she’d had a little to drink the night before, she couldn’t help but ask him to pull over so she could throw up.

She still remembered how anxious Seth had looked. He had gotten out of the car to rub her back, handed her a bottle of water, and even thoughtfully called Director Keane to ask for time off for her...

’If he had been the one to drive me here just now,’ she thought, ’he would have been worried and anxious all over again seeing me this sick, wouldn’t he?’

’In this world,’ she mused, ’it’s only the people who love you, who truly care about you, who get so worried when you’re unwell. Strangers? Who would give you a second thought?’

’Besides, even when strangers do show concern, it’s rarely genuine.’

’But he still lied to me about something so huge,’ she fumed internally. ’He played me for a complete fool, running me around in circles! All that talk about Cherie having a congenital heart defect and needing money for expensive treatments... it was all just a scam!’

’And he didn’t even hesitate to conspire with Dr. Rowan Linden to do it.’

’Even when I said I wanted to visit Cherie in the hospital, he went out of his way to set up a fancy private room.’

’Does he have no shame, wasting medical resources like that?’

’Hmph. And that Rowan Linden seemed so calm and composed, I never thought he’d be so unprincipled. A doctor, of all people, disregarding medical ethics to lie about an illness to a patient’s "family"!’

’And to think I was considering setting Sarah up with him. Thank goodness I never got around to it.’

Clara Grant stood there for a moment. The sun was a bit strong, but thankfully, a gentle breeze blew by from time to time, and her stomach began to settle.

She gently patted her chest a few times and turned to walk toward the film studio, but as she did, she subconsciously glanced back at the road outside.

But the road was silent. There were no pedestrians, let alone any cars.

Without even realizing it herself, a flicker of disappointment spread through her heart.

Her scene was being filmed on a street set. As she walked past, she saw the crew was already in position, and Director Keane was seated in front of the monitor.

Seeing her jogging over, Director Keane stood up with a wide smile. "Clara," he called out, "I knew you’d make it back in time."

By now, many of the actors had arrived on set, including Faye Jennings.

She had been sitting in a shady spot with her eyes closed, enjoying the gentle breeze from the fan her assistant was waving, so she hadn’t noticed Clara Grant arrive.

When she heard Director Keane call out Clara’s name, she opened her eyes and finally saw her.

Faye Jennings stared intently at Clara Grant for a moment, and a flash of bitter jealousy crossed her exquisitely made-up eyes.

But she quickly averted her gaze, glancing toward the prop area not far away. The jealousy in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a faint, smug satisfaction.