Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 103: If I Didn’t Come, How Would I Know Her Whole Family Is Squatting in Your House?
Clara politely refused, "No need, President Hawthorne, my friend is also coming to pick me up."
Julian Hawthorne’s gaze lingered on Clara for a moment, said nothing, nodded, and then got into the car.
After Julian Hawthorne left, Anabelle Spencer turned her eyes to Clara, "Clara, do you really have a friend picking you up?"
"Yes."
Silas Sheffield was still waiting for her in the parking lot.
Anabelle Spencer asked curiously, "Who is it?"
"You don’t know him."
Anabelle Spencer pouted, "Oh, that’s a shame."
If Clara’s friend didn’t come, she could have created an opportunity for Julian Hawthorne and Clara.
Clara didn’t ask what was a shame and smiled slightly as she said goodbye to Anabelle Spencer.
After getting into the car, Silas Sheffield reached over and pulled Clara to sit on his lap.
The driver sensibly raised the partition and slowly drove the car out of the parking lot.
"Why did it take so long?"
The man’s warm hand gently caressed Clara’s waist, making the atmosphere in the car instantly intimate.
Clara sat sideways on Silas Sheffield’s lap and naturally wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, "I just chatted with Anabelle Spencer for a bit."
Silas Sheffield said nothing more, lifted Clara’s chin, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
...
In the car, Ian Kane asked Julian Hawthorne, "Do you like the girl in the beige suit we just saw?"
Upon hearing this, Julian Hawthorne raised his eyes to glance at him, not answering but asking back, "What makes you say that?"
Ian Kane chuckled, "Your gaze, your actions."
"You even took the initiative to ask her if she wanted to leave together, that’s so unlike you," Ian Kane said.
"Oh?" Julian Hawthorne was curious, "What is like me then?"
Ian Kane thought for a moment.
"Gentle and refined, outwardly warm but cold inside, beneath the gentle exterior lies an indifferent heart. You seem to be polite and friendly to everyone, but actually keep your distance, look easy-going but once you’ve decided something, no one can change it."
Julian Hawthorne thought about it and realized it was indeed the case.
Three years ago, he didn’t want an arranged marriage and decisively distanced himself from the Hawthorne Family, not even giving face to his own grandfather.
He is always polite and kind to others, even his subordinates say he is easy-going and good-tempered, but he knows deep down that it’s not like that.
His "easy-going" and "good temper" only show in trivial matters.
If he were really easy-going, he might have had a child with the Spencer Family’s arranged partner by now.
Speaking of which, he has never met the arranged partner from the Spencer Family, he doesn’t even know her name, the elders at the Hawthorne Family refer to the Spencer Family’s arranged partner as "Spencer family girl."
He only knows the Spencer Family currently only has one granddaughter, Adrian Spencer’s daughter, while Aaron Spencer’s two children are sons.
It’s rumored that Adrian Spencer and his ex-wife have a younger daughter, and when they divorced, the ex-wife took the daughter away, and the mother and daughter have been unheard of since.
At this moment, Ian Kane added, "Besides, you never take the initiative with women; even if they clung to you obsessively, you would be indifferent. But you actually took the initiative to ask that girl if she wanted to leave together. Tsk, tsk, it’s truly like the sun rising in the west." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
Julian Hawthorne chuckled lightly, "Is it that obvious?"
"Absolutely," Ian Kane said, "I wouldn’t believe you if you said you had no interest in her."
Julian Hawthorne: "I wasn’t planning on denying it."
Ian Kane grinned widely, playing the role of an advisor, "If you truly like her, you should take action. Too subtle and the girl won’t understand. Isn’t 520 coming soon? Arrange flowers, gifts, and a date at a couple’s restaurant."
Julian Hawthorne listened to these words thoughtfully.
...
Returning to Prospect Hill Villa, Clara and Silas Sheffield got off the car one after the other.
"Silas, you’re back." Thea Tate saw the door open and happily came to greet them.
At the moment she saw Clara Sterling, Thea Tate’s smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
Clara paused her steps, for a moment even doubting she had come to the wrong place when she saw Thea Tate.
"Why are you here?" The next second, Silas Sheffield said coldly.
Thea Tate didn’t anticipate Clara Sterling would already be living with Silas Sheffield.
She thought Silas Sheffield’s claim of being married was merely an excuse.
Thea Tate didn’t answer immediately, paused her gaze sharply when looking at Silas Sheffield.
Then her expression changed drastically.
Silas Sheffield had a smudge of lipstick on his lips, blood red.
Thea Tate immediately looked at Clara Sterling, her lipstick was smeared!
Thea Tate’s breath halted, and her fingertips trembled slightly.
They had just kissed...
"I brought her," said Silas Sheffield’s grandmother Susan Saxon, coming out. "What, aren’t you welcoming us?"
Silas Sheffield frowned slightly, "Grandma, why didn’t you tell me beforehand that you were coming?"
Susan Saxon huffed, "I called you, but your phone was off."
Silas Sheffield: "I was just on the plane."
"If I hadn’t come, who knows the whole family would be freeloading in your home," Susan Saxon said, casting a sidelong glance at Clara Sterling, eyes filled with displeasure.
Clara knew Silas Sheffield’s grandmother must have seen her mother.
At that moment, Clara lowered her head, eyes downcast, feeling deeply embarrassed.
Silas Sheffield’s grandmother spoke harshly.
The whole family freeloading here.
She pursed her lips, fingers clenched slightly.
Silas Sheffield’s gaze was cold, "Grandma, this is my house, Clara is my wife, her mother is my mother-in-law. It’s only reasonable for them to stay here; how could you say they’re freeloading?"
Silas Sheffield held Clara Sterling’s hand in front of Susan Saxon, his look fierce and chilly, enunciating each word clearly, "Saying that is like slapping me in the face, and I don’t want to hear it again."
Susan Saxon was stunned.
Her grandson had always been filial and respectful toward her, never speaking so harshly.
She frowned, attributing this to Clara Sterling.
Her dissatisfaction with Clara Sterling grew, but on the surface, she smiled broadly and said, "Silas, don’t be angry, it’s my fault for speaking inappropriately."
Clara didn’t expect Silas Sheffield to defend her so openly in front of his grandmother, feeling touched, her eyes growing moist.
But then she thought, the first time meeting Silas Sheffield’s grandmother and it turned out so unpleasant; surely the grandmother wouldn’t like her in the future.
"Silas, Grandma is just concerned and confused, that’s not what she meant, don’t take it to heart," Thea Tate said with a soft, gentle smile, "Come on in, Ms. Cheney has already prepared the meal."
She assumed a posture of being the hostess.
Silas Sheffield glanced at her coolly, didn’t respond to her words, and led Clara Sterling inside.
Once Silas Sheffield and Clara Sterling had walked a bit further away, behind them, Susan Saxon was shaking her head and softly complaining, "She looks pretty enough, but her family background leaves much to be desired, and she has a severely ill mother. It’s treating Silas like an ATM, calculating at such a young age."
Today, Susan Saxon brought Thea Tate uninvited, entered the living room, and immediately encountered Yvonne Sterling sitting on the sofa watching TV.
She assumed the posture of a host, quickly inquiring why Yvonne Sterling was staying there and gleaned Clara Sterling’s family situation.
At that moment, she inwardly looked down on Clara Sterling, feeling she was unworthy of her beloved grandson.
Only someone like Thea Tate, from a prominent family, was worthy of Silas.
