Half-Hearted: Mr. Sinclair, Stop the Act!-Chapter 202: Every Word a Gem, Every Sentence Heart-Wrenching
Claire Grant?
Caleb Sinclair paused.
Thoughts that had always been fleeting now surged like a tide.
He thought this woman looked so familiar.
Turned out she had attended the engagement party of the Preston and Ainsworth Families eight or nine years ago.
He was beneath the stage, watching Claire Grant appear in public holding Sebastian Prescott’s hand.
"I suppose Miss Grant is here to see Lawyer Prescott?"
Caleb Sinclair’s voice unconsciously softened, smiling as he said, "Lawyer Prescott is dining at a copper pot hotpot restaurant not far ahead."
Copper pot hotpot?
Claire Grant slightly furrowed her brows.
But suddenly recalling something, she nodded slightly at Caleb Sinclair, smiling lightly, "I see, thank you, Mr. Sinclair, for informing me."
The implication being, there was no need to continue the conversation.
Yet Caleb Sinclair didn’t intend to miss this opportunity, continuing, "Miss Grant, aren’t you curious about who Lawyer Prescott is dining with?"
This remark carried a hint of provocation.
Claire Grant slightly raised her eyes, smiling faintly as she asked, "Mr. Sinclair seems quite interested in matters between me and Sebastian?"
Sebastian?
That’s quite a nice way to address him.
Caleb Sinclair discreetly raised an eyebrow.
He smiled, his tone full of regret, "Miss Grant, it’s been many years since you were back, I’m merely helping to clear things up for you. You and Lawyer Prescott had a deep bond since childhood.
Their past love story was truly lamentable; henceforth, in Imperial City, it’s unlikely anyone will see you two together again."
The implication was: You and Sebastian Prescott are never getting back together.
Claire Grant naturally understood the underlying meaning of his words.
Her eyes flickered slightly, but her expression did not change.
Her tone remained as graceful and gentle as ever, "For those unaware of the details between Sebastian and me, it’s not appropriate to use the word ’regret.’"
However, in my view, Mr. Sinclair and Director Monroe’s situation is more unfortunate.
The first time I saw you two at an art gallery, I genuinely thought you were a perfect match, but only now have I realized that I was mistaken, you don’t deserve Director Monroe."
Her words were deliberate, her voice neither loud nor soft, her expression unwavering.
By the end, she shook her head, her eyes showing a hint of disappointment and sorrow.
"Director Monroe comes from a family of scholars in Northgate, Imperial City, with high status and elegance.
In the time I’ve spent with her, she has shown herself to be well-educated, kind-hearted, strong, intelligent, and rational—not the type to lose herself in love.
But such a person was let down by you. Mr. Sinclair, I pity you."
With the gentlest of tones, she uttered the sharpest words.
Each word was precious.
Each sentence was heartfelt.
She analyzed the marriage between Caleb Sinclair and Sienna Monroe from a woman’s perspective.
Meanwhile, she openly expressed her admiration and affection for Sienna Monroe, and sympathy for her unfortunate experiences.
Conversely, she directed much sarcasm towards the unfaithful man before her.
Without any foul language, she reduced him to worthlessness.
Especially the final phrase, "I pity you," was a critical blow.
Completely dismantling Caleb Sinclair’s psychological defenses.
But she didn’t desire to continue entangling with Caleb Sinclair; after finishing her statement, she directly approached the white commercial vehicle by the roadside.
As the car door closed, she gave a cold glance at the slightly trembling figure standing in the cold wind.
With a disdainful and mocking tug at the corners of her mouth, she withdrew her gaze.
What right does an unfaithful man have to stand before her?
Scoundrel!
Caleb Sinclair stood rooted in place, his whole body tense, his hands dangling by his side trembling uncontrollably.
An almost annihilating shadow and rage exploded in his bloodshot eyes.
He clenched his teeth, spitting out each word, "Claire Grant! You thankless sickly wretch! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to comment on Sienna and me?"
He and Sienna Monroe were truly a match made in heaven!
What should have been a win-win situation, this woman couldn’t see the reality and was beyond hope.
He didn’t believe she came to see Sebastian Prescott without any interest!
What was she pretending to be so aloof about?!
What happened at the entrance of The Left Bank Courtyard Community was unknown to Sienna Monroe and Sebastian Prescott.
They ate and chatted idly together.
This was probably the first time since they knew each other that they didn’t discuss cases or the fact that Sienna Monroe had gotten drunk the previous night.
Instead, they talked about the planting and care of azaleas.
This topic carried them through the entire meal.
During the latter part, they casually talked about some simple trivial matters.
Yet there was no awkwardness, their tones, and expressions remaining natural.
That was enough.
After the meal, it was already eight-thirty, Sienna Monroe paid the bill, and they left the restaurant together.
