A Night of Desire

Chapter 412 - 405: I Want to Go to the Bathroom, Can You Let Me Go?

Just as she was thinking, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Clara instinctively glanced toward the door. It was Seth Quinn. She froze for a moment, and her first thought was, ’Is it too late to pretend I’m asleep!’

That’s right. She didn’t want to see him right now. She really, really didn’t.

’Since he’s so disgusted with me, why did he bring me here? Isn’t he afraid I’ll dirty his apartment? His bed?’

But it was obvious Seth Quinn had already noticed she was awake.

Clara could only frown, endure her headache, and turn her face away, refusing to look at him.

Seth Quinn walked to the side of the bed, deliberately ignoring her sullen demeanor. He simply asked in a low voice, "You’re awake? You drank last night. Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Clara didn’t answer. She rubbed her temples for a moment until the pain subsided, then threw off the covers and got out of bed.

But her legs suddenly buckled, and she stumbled, nearly falling. With lightning-fast reflexes, Seth caught her. His voice was laced with anxiety as he said, "Look at you. I told you to get more rest. Why are you pushing yourself? Are you alright? Is the headache that bad?"

Clara stared blankly at his face. She hadn’t even registered how he had seemingly teleported from the other side of the bed to her side.

’And what was with that obvious worry on his face? What did it mean?’

’Yesterday, he was so obviously disgusted with me. He didn’t even chase after me when I ran off, did he?’

The thought of yesterday made her instantly steady herself. She pushed Seth away and, without a word, headed for the bathroom.

But before she could take a step, Seth grabbed her again. "Clara, just say something. Don’t ignore me."

After a moment of silence, Clara’s lips parted. Seth stared at her in anticipation. He wouldn’t care if she questioned him or even cursed him, as long as she would stop ignoring him.

Clara spoke. "I need to use the bathroom. Can you let go of me?"

"..."

Seth released her, looking chagrined.

Quite some time passed before Clara emerged from the bathroom. She had already washed up, but she didn’t so much as glance at Seth, walking straight to the closet to find a change of clothes.

Seth watched as she calmly selected an outfit and, with a blank expression, turned to walk back into the bathroom.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. With a sweep of his long arm, he pulled her back, spinning her around and wrapping his arms securely around her, holding her in his embrace.

"Clara, about what happened yesterday, I..."

’Since she won’t be the first to ask, I’ll take the initiative to explain,’ Seth thought. ’After all, I’m the one who can’t stand her silent treatment. I’m the one who can’t bear to see her suppressing her anger. I’m the one who...’

...fell in love with her!

Yes, he was in love with her. He had probably fallen for her a long time ago, but it was only yesterday that he finally understood his own heart.

’He was Seth Quinn, heir to the Quinn Family and President of Aegis Entertainment. In the eyes of the world, he was a business prodigy, a true golden boy. What kind of woman was beyond his reach?’

And yet, after what had happened yesterday, he didn’t feel the slightest bit of disgust toward her. Instead, he was overwhelmed with a profound ache for her, a deep sense of tenderness.

’If he were only interested in her body and couldn’t let her go for that reason alone, he could have just divorced her and kept her as a mistress.’

’So, her body wasn’t the most important thing anymore. What mattered most was *her*—the person. Her entirety, her everything. Her whole body and soul!’

However, the woman in his arms clearly had no intention of listening to his explanation. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she twisted and struggled against his hold.

Finally, unable to break free, she snapped in frustration, "Seth Quinn, what do you think you’re doing? We already broke up! What’s the meaning of this now?"