Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 87: Clara, Aren’t You Interested in President Sheffield and President Tate’s Love Story?
Lunch time.
Lisa Holloway couldn’t stop gossiping with her chatty little mouth.
"Our newly appointed Vice President and President Sheffield really match well, don’t they? A graceful and intellectual beauty with a refined, aloof male god, standing together they look like the lead couple of a romantic drama I can totally imagine."
Clara gripped her chopsticks tighter.
Suspicion flashed in Anabelle’s eyes, "Huh? Vice President Tate and President Sheffield?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Lisa took a sip of juice, "Yes, aren’t you aware? Vice President Tate and President Sheffield dated back in their student days, they were even each other’s first love."
"Really? Such explosive gossip!" Anabelle also got interested, excitedly asking, "Where did you hear that?"
"Saw it on X, here take a look." Lisa said as she opened X and showed it to Anabelle, "It’s no surprise since someone like President Sheffield from a wealthy family automatically attracts attention, as does an heiress like President Tate. I heard President Sheffield was quite the campus heartthrob in college."
Anabelle, lowering her head, looked at the messages on X, her fingers swiping the screen downwards, "Wow, it’s true, there are even photos, proof with pictures!"
Lisa was startled, "Photos? What photos?"
Clara, who had been quietly eating, instantly lifted her head upon hearing Anabelle mention the photos.
"Yes, there’s a photo of President Sheffield and Vice President Tate, it’s even trending number one, said to be from their college days." Anabelle commented.
Clara and Lisa simultaneously leaned closer.
Seeing the photo, Clara’s breath stopped.
In the photo, Thea wore a black fitted dress, perfectly showcasing her curves, with long hair styled in big waves, a delicate makeup and fiery red lips making her look charming and bold.
Silas was in a black short-sleeve shirt paired with smoke-colored jeans, with a trendy hairdo, a prominent nose and deep eyes, a clear jawline.
College-aged Silas still had a youthful student aura, unlike his current stable and reserved self.
His outfit, hairstyle, face—he was the epitome of the trendy campus figure that’s popular online now.
Thea walked beside Silas, seemingly saying something amusing, smiling brightly, while Silas remained expressionless.
Judging by the background, it seemed to be on campus, with school buildings and passing students visible behind them.
They truly complemented each other...
Clara stared blankly at the picture, forgetting to move.
Anabelle remarked, "Wow, when I saw President Tate’s photo during the meeting this morning, she didn’t seem that stunning, but now looking at her college photo, I suddenly understand her beauty!"
"This photo is absolutely perfect!" Lisa, having discovered new gossip, had sparkling eyes, "When I last saw the post about them, this photo wasn’t there."
Anabelle: "Commenters claimed they were their college classmates who casually captured it, and the picture was so beautiful it was never deleted."
"The scene is indeed gorgeous, with campus flower-level looks, handsome guys and beautiful gals are truly eye candy." Lisa said, still taking time to interact with Clara. "Don’t you agree, Clara?"
Clara snapped back, rigidly uttering "Yes."
Feeling suffocated inside.
Anabelle observed for a while and suddenly remarked, "But judging by President Sheffield’s expression, he seems indifferent. Are you sure they were dating then?"
Lisa asserted with confidence, "You’re new to our company, you don’t understand, President Sheffield has always been cold; he treats everyone this way."
"President Sheffield is our boss, being cold to employees is normal, but he can’t be cold to his girlfriend all the time, right?" Anabelle said.
Lisa: "People differ in personality; some are just naturally indifferent to everyone, even in relationships."
Anabelle: "No way, look at President Sheffield’s eyes, there’s no hint of affection and even a trace of impatience. It seems like he doesn’t enjoy Thea talking beside him."
Clara stared at the picture without blinking.
Indeed, as Anabelle mentioned, the look in Silas’s eyes in the photo was indifferent, seemingly carrying a hint of impatience.
Silas never looked at her this way when they were together; his gaze was filled with gentleness and adoration.
Especially recently, their relationship was improving, Silas looked at her with eyes overflowing with affection.
Reason told her that Silas in the picture didn’t seem to like Thea.
Yet emotionally, she couldn’t help but feel jealous seeing Silas and Thea together.
Lisa was about to become the head cheerleader of Silas and Thea’s fan club, and laughed while hearing Anabelle’s doubts, "Oh, you don’t understand, maybe President Sheffield is just putting up a front, inwardly enjoying it."
Noticing Clara’s silence, Lisa suddenly asked her, "What do you think, Clara?"
Clara felt sour inside, responding coolly: "I don’t know, don’t ask me."
Lisa was unaware of Clara and Silas’s relationship, her eyes filled with curiosity rather than concern for her friend.
Lisa, a bit dense, hadn’t sensed Clara’s discomfort.
She meant no harm, simply asked out of curiosity: "Clara, ain’t you interested in President Sheffield and Vice President Tate’s past love affair?"
"Not interested." Clara appeared calm, but deep down, her heart was immersed in lemon water, feeling both sour and bitter.
Anabelle, whether it was a woman’s intuition or a bloodline connection perceiving it, sharply sensed Clara’s low spirits.
She looked at Clara for a moment, concernedly asking, "Clara, what’s wrong?"
Clara’s composed tone: "Nothing, aren’t you all so engrossed in gossip that you’re not eating? I didn’t have enough breakfast, I’m almost starving now."
Lisa glanced at the time, "Wow, it’s already half-past twelve, I should hurry and finish eating, otherwise I won’t have any time for a nap."
Saying this, Lisa put away her phone and continued eating with her chopsticks.
Anabelle, on the other hand, gave Clara a meaningful look.
Since the meeting ended today, Clara seemed to be in low spirits.
Especially after seeing the photo of Silas and Thea, her mood plummeted further.
Although Clara didn’t wear her emotions on her face, Anabelle somehow felt that she was unhappy.
In the afternoon, Julian Hawthorne sent Clara some preparations needed for the business trip to Ardendale.
Julian Hawthorne: [These tasks need to be handled for this trip, organize them, and send me a schedule before the end of the day.]
Clara Sterling: [Okay, President Hawthorne.]
Before the end of the day, Clara organized the schedule and sent it to Julian Hawthorne.
Five minutes later, Julian Hawthorne sent a screenshot.
Julian Hawthorne: [There’s a mistake here.]
Clara took a close look, making such a mistake!
Julian Hawthorne: [This is the first time you’ve made such a basic error, what’s going on today?]
Clara quickly responded: [I’m sorry, President Hawthorne, it was my fault, I’ll correct it immediately.]
Julian Hawthorne’s side showed he’s typing.
A few minutes later, the "typing" status stopped, but Julian Hawthorne didn’t send any message.
Clara found it strange.
[President Hawthorne, is there anything else you’d like to instruct?]
After a while, Julian Hawthorne sent a message.
[What I said earlier wasn’t meant to criticize you.]
The second half of the sentence he left unsent.
He wanted to show concern, wondering if something happened to make her feel bad.
Noticed Clara Sterling was off today.
After sending that message, he realized the text seemed a bit stern.
He wanted to clarify he wasn’t being harsh.
Julian Hawthorne wrote several lines in the chat box, then deleted them one by one.
Suddenly realizing, his feelings towards Clara Sterling seemed a bit different.
