Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 92: His Instinct Told Him Silas Likes Clara
When they arrived at the airport’s underground parking lot, it was exactly half-past eight.
Clara prepared to get out of the car.
Silas Sheffield reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and bent down to kiss her.
The driver in the front row pretended not to see, minding his own business.
Silas kissed her for quite a while before reluctantly letting Clara go.
After they separated, Clara’s face was slightly flushed.
Silas’s eyes deepened, "Go ahead."
They were to part ways.
Clara’s gaze lingered on his lips as she took out a tissue and gently wiped Silas’s lips, "You’ve got my lipstick on you."
Silas lowered his gaze and watched Clara steadily, his love for her unmistakable in his eyes.
Once his lips were cleaned and confirmed lipstick-free, Clara opened the car door and got out.
She was just going for one day, so she didn’t have much luggage, just a small suitcase that didn’t need checking in.
Clara walked alone towards the departure hall.
Julian Hawthorne sent a message saying he was already waiting with Anabelle Spencer at the B security checkpoint in the departure hall.
Clara arrived at the departure hall and headed towards the B security checkpoint.
Suddenly, a man approached her.
"Miss, can I add you on WhatsApp and be friends?"
The man was estimated to be under 1.8 meters tall, slightly plump, wearing black-framed glasses, and had an ordinary appearance.
Clara waved her hand, "No, thank you."
She didn’t stop walking and headed straight for the security checkpoint.
The man closely followed Clara, refusing to give up, "Come on, miss, let’s just be friends. You give me your WhatsApp, and I’ll send you a gift."
Clara’s attitude was cold, "Not needed."
The man continued shamelessly to follow Clara, "Miss, I’m quite wealthy. How about you become friends with me, and I buy you a LV bag?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
"I know a beauty like you doesn’t lack suitors, but I’m different from those suitors. I’m very wealthy, and I’m willing to spend money on you. How about we try?"
Clara was increasingly annoyed, her brow furrowing, "Sorry, I’m not interested..."
Before she could finish saying "Besides, I’m already married," Julian Hawthorne pulled her behind him.
"Is he harassing you?" Julian Hawthorne’s eyes were cold as he glared at the man.
The man stopped in his tracks, "What harassment? I just wanted to be friends with this lady."
Anabelle Spencer frowned and glared at the man, arms crossed, eyes filled with disgust.
She retorted bluntly, "I just saw you follow her all the way here. She must have rejected you, right? Yet you still follow her all the way. Don’t you have any shame? Do you think she has no friends because she’s alone?"
Julian Hawthorne’s usual gentle demeanor disappeared, replaced by sheer coldness.
He stood in front of Clara, exuding a chilling aura, and coldly spat out a word at the man: "Get lost."
Clara was slightly taken aback.
She had never seen Julian Hawthorne so fierce.
The man was intimidated by Julian Hawthorne’s presence, noticing Julian’s custom-tailored suit and extraordinary bearing, knowing he wasn’t easy to provoke. Besides, now that they were three people, he couldn’t continue to harass the woman.
The man’s face turned red as he muttered under his breath, "You should’ve said you were taken," and left disgruntled.
After the man left, Julian Hawthorne turned to Clara, instinctively placing both hands on her shoulders, concern in his eyes, "Are you okay? Did he do anything excessive?"
Clara shook her head, "No, he just kept following me, asking to add on WhatsApp and be friends."
After a pause, Clara sincerely said, "Thank you, President Hawthorne, for helping me out."
Anabelle Spencer’s eyes briefly lingered on Julian Hawthorne’s hands on Clara’s shoulders before she looked away thoughtfully.
"You’re all here." Suddenly, Silas Sheffield’s voice echoed.
Clara looked up and saw Silas Sheffield, his face cold.
The man’s gaze coldly fell on Julian’s hands on Clara’s shoulders.
Julian Hawthorne withdrew his hands, and he and Anabelle Spencer greeted simultaneously, "President Sheffield."
Clara was the only one who didn’t greet immediately.
Because she sensed a fleeting displeasure in the man’s narrow deep eyes.
After realizing it, she lowered her eyes slightly and followed in greeting, "President Sheffield."
"Hmm." Silas Sheffield had a cold expression and didn’t say anything more, heading straight towards the exclusive first-class security lane nearby.
His assistant Zachary Lynch followed.
Silas instructed coldly, "Upgrade their tickets."
Zachary nodded immediately, "Okay, President Sheffield."
Upon hearing about the upgrade, Julian Hawthorne was momentarily stunned.
Anabelle Spencer’s eyes flashed with delight, holding Clara’s wrist and smiling, "Wow, President Sheffield is so generous, even upgrading our little assistant’s ticket. Who said President Sheffield is The Grim Reaper? He’s such a considerate boss, and they give him that nickname?"
Clara dared not say that Silas Sheffield upgraded because of her.
She smiled and agreed, "Yes."
Julian Hawthorne was puzzled; President Sheffield had never done a ticket upgrade like this for employees before.
Recalling Jonah Shaw previously spreading rumors about Clara that Silas Sheffield personally clarified, showing pictures claiming he happened to give Clara Sterling a lift.
And last time when he and Clara Sterling were trapped in an elevator, Silas Sheffield came over too, was it a coincidence?
Including just now, the way Silas looked at him seemed a bit displeased.
Silas didn’t originally plan to attend this exhibition.
He decided to attend only after confirming Clara Sterling was joining this trip.
This time upon upgrading, Clara Sterling just happened to be there.
Could it be that President Sheffield upgraded the tickets for Clara Sterling?
Everyone in the company knew how high and cold Silas Sheffield was, always being stern and demanding with employees.
Julian had been with the company for over three years, knowing the Veridian Branch was a sub-company, where Silas seldom visited. He used to come only two or three times a year.
Yet this year, from the start till now, Silas spent most of the time at The Veridian Branch.
And Clara Sterling had just joined the company at the beginning of this year.
Julian Hawthorne connected these events, realizing each of Silas’s unusual behaviors was related to Clara Sterling.
Thinking of this, Julian Hawthorne’s thoughtful gaze fell onto Clara Sterling.
VIP lounge.
Julian Hawthorne sat on the sofa, working on the laptop at the table.
Anabelle Spencer and Clara Sterling sat on the sofa not far away, chatting softly.
Silas Sheffield leaned on the sofa opposite Clara Sterling, talking on the phone, his gaze occasionally sweeping past Clara Sterling’s face as if barely visible.
Julian Hawthorne finished some work and suddenly looked up, coincidentally catching Silas Sheffield looking at Clara Sterling.
That gaze was decidedly gentle.
Utterly different from Silas Sheffield’s usual demeanor.
Julian Hawthorne’s fingers paused, his brow subtly furrowing.
His intuition told him Silas Sheffield held an affection for Clara Sterling.
An hour and a half later, the plane landed at Ardendale Airport.
Here, a dedicated vehicle picked them up.
The group split into two cars.
Silas Sheffield and assistant Zachary Lynch took one car, Julian Hawthorne and the two assistants took another.
Half an hour later, the cars stopped at the hotel entrance.
