A Night of Desire

Chapter 464: Chapter 457: Woman, Are You Trying to Piss Me Off on Purpose?

The words had barely left her mouth when she heard a soft, clearly displeased huff.

Clara looked up to see Seth Quinn’s unhappy face as he shot her down.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but you’re stuck with me for life. That means you won’t get the chance to fall for any other man."

Hearing the domineering and jealous tone in his voice, Clara stifled a laugh. Then, she raised an eyebrow and decided to push back.

"What do you mean, I’m stuck with you for life? Don’t you forget, I haven’t completely forgiven you. And besides, why wouldn’t I have the chance to fall for other men? It’s true I can’t be with anyone else, but do you really think you can control who I find attractive?"

’...Fine. He had to admit, he had no comeback for that first point. But...’

"So, you want to bet I can make sure I’m the only man you see for the rest of your life? Or, if you fall for someone else, I wouldn’t mind making him disappear from this world," Seth Quinn threatened, glaring at her through gritted teeth.

Clara glanced up at him nonchalantly, looking unimpressed. "Are you trying to play hardball? Well, do you want to bet that before you can do anything, I’ll make sure you can never find me again?"

Seth Quinn ground his teeth with an audible "GRIND," but he was completely helpless. All he could do was spit out hatefully, "Woman, are you trying to piss me off on purpose?"

Clara burst out laughing. She cut a small piece of apple and popped it into his mouth. "You’re so boring. You can’t even take a joke."

Seth Quinn raised an eyebrow. ’It wasn’t that he couldn’t take a joke. He just couldn’t take *this* kind of joke.’

Chewing the apple a few times, Seth Quinn thought it was exceptionally sweet and delicious. ’He’d never had an apple that tasted this good.’

He didn’t actually like apples much, but after finishing that first piece, he opened his mouth toward Clara again and let out an "Ah," clearly asking her to feed him another.

Clara cut another piece and fed it to him. Before long, they had finished the entire apple, with her feeding him one piece at a time.

Clara put the fruit knife away. Just as she was about to sit back down, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was a call from Holly Summers.

She didn’t try to hide the call from Seth Quinn, swiping to answer it directly. "Hello, Holly...? How are things?"

Holly Summers’s voice came through the phone. "Clara, the police came by, but they haven’t found anything for now. They just took the extra who fired the gun and the props master back to the station for questioning."

Clara hummed in acknowledgment. That was within her expectations; with no surveillance cameras at the film studio, the investigation wouldn’t be easy.

"I did what you said and leaked the news that President Quinn is in critical condition. Afterward, I noticed that Sandra’s reaction was the strangest. While everyone else also had strong reactions, it was mostly shock, disbelief, and sadness. Sandra, on the other hand, was mostly panicked and scared."

When Clara heard that Sandra’s reaction was the strangest, she found it hard to believe. ’In her mind, that conversation they had before filming the scene... even if it wasn’t enough for them to bury the hatchet, it should have at least been a first step toward resolving their issues, right?’

’Not long ago, she’d even told Miles Quinn with such certainty that it couldn’t have been Sandra!’

’Had she underestimated Sandra’s intelligence and the depth of her hatred? Or was it that Sandra had set everything in motion long ago, and by the time she might have wanted to call it off, it was already too late?’

When Clara didn’t respond, Holly Summers asked hesitantly, "Clara, do you think... it was her?"

Clara mulled it over for a moment, then asked instead of answering, "And what about Faye Jennings? What was her reaction?"