EuropeNovelChapter 240
Clara stared at the flower in front of her, taking in the scene around her. The
fleeting memory that had just crossed her mind happened right here, and she was the main character. So, was
this where she first met Z?
Her brow furrowed as she tried to pull more details from her memory, but the harder she tried, the more her
head ached. Raising a hand to massage her temples, a pair of long fingers gently began to rub her temples for
her.
Clara wanted to turn around, but the blindfold slipped over her eyes again. She sighed, "Feeling any better?"
"Yeah."
It seemed he wasn't fully recovered; otherwise, why would he be so quiet? She stayed still, waiting for him to tie
the blindfold properly before turning around. "Have | been here before?"
As soon as she spoke, the grip on her wrist tightened painfully. She stayed silent, but he quickly realized,
releasing her immediately. A red mark had already formed on her pale wrist.
He gently caressed the mark, trying to ease her pain. Sensing his guilt, Clara decided to change the subject.
"Our first twas here, wasn't it?"
When she first walked in, the place seemed lovely. The fragmented memories she had were enjoyable, so how
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdid it turn into a fight? The man stayed silent, just tracing her wrist.
Clara was really frustrated with her memory loss. Not knowing anything made her feel so passive. She raised her
hands to touch his face and felt his warmth. "Are you still running a fever?"
"Yeah."
She immediately wanted to remove the blindfold, but he stopped her. "Don't look at me."
"Alright, alright, | won't look. But you need to take your medicine. Why are you out here with a fever? What if you
faint? No wonder you've been so quiet today, just like my boss, so silent. I'm not used to it."
He fell silent again. Clara quickly realized her mistake and squeezed his wrist, "Let's soak in the hot tub, sweat it
out. | didn't mean to bring up someone else."
She thought he would stay upset, but his fingers had already begun to undo her clothes. Her breathing hitched,
and she turned her head to the side, but then remembered she couldn't see anything anyway, so she turned
back.
As she sank into the hot tub, leaning against Z's chest, she remembered the gossip Scarlette had shared earlier.
"Hey, Z, do you know what people say about your boss? They say he used to be an undercover agent, but apart
from that, no one really knows much about his past."
Z's fingers pressed gently on her shoulder, the pressure just right, making her body go limp as she leaned
further into him. She summarized what Scarlette had said and asked lazily, "Have you heard anything like that
around here?"
His fingers paused for a few seconds. "Yes."
Clara perked up, slowly turning to sit on his lap, with only her shoulder above the water. "So it's true?"
She was blindfolded and oblivious to the scene she was creating, the water rippling around them. His gaze
deepened, Adam's apple bobbing, as his fingers moved down to hold her. "Sparts are exaggerated, but it's
mostly true."
"Your boss's life sounds pretty legendary. No wonder he's so successful with the business."
Facing him, she straddled his lap, resting her chin on his shoulder. The mischief of his fingers occasionally
interrupted her speech. After a long pause, his hand stilled. "He found the girl who once saved his life."
Clara's lashes fluttered. Someone had once deceived him with this story, yet he found her himself what a twist of
fate. She smiled, "Did they end up together?"
"No, it ended very badly."
Huh? This sounded like the start of a romantic tale, so how did it end poorly? Sensing her interest, his hand
stroked her back as he spoke, "By the the found her, it was too late. She had someone else, and... there
were many complications. It's a long story."
Clara bit his shoulder lightly, "You sure know a lot."
"Just rumors."
Feeling they had soaked long enough, Clara got up to leave, only to feel something pressing against her. "Z,
you're still feverish."
"Yeah."
Clara reached out, touching his forehead. Due to the hot tub, he was sweating profusely, his skin burning to the
touch. "Let's wait until you're better."
"Clara."
"Hmm?"
"The t| have with you now is borrowed."
Her heart clenched painfully, realizing his mood was particularly low today, a constant undercurrent of sadness.
She hurried to reassure him, "It's not that | don't want to; I'm just worried about your health, Z. You're so
sensitive, and it's exhausting."
He released her waist, and the sound of water sloshing indicated he was standing up. "Z?"
The place fell silent, and in frustration, Clara ripped off her blindfold. Sure enough, he was gone. He left her
alone there. That temperamental little waiter. She was both angry and helpless.
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