A Night of Desire

Chapter 284 - 281: It Hit His Forehead

His words caused a surge of rage to bubble up inside Clara Grant. ’What was that supposed to mean? That she’d accepted his gift, so she had no right to still be angry?’

’Did he think a gift could solve everything? He’d lied and practically forced her back here, his ex-fiancée had shown up to make a scene, and not only had he failed to offer a single word of explanation, but he actually had the audacity to frown and act like *she* was the one with the bad temper?!’

’No, no, no, that wasn’t the point.’ Clara felt she was so angry she couldn’t think straight; he was completely derailing her train of thought.

’The point was that the woman he loved was back. Shouldn’t he be off rekindling their tragic, passionate romance? Why had he left his beloved to chase after a fake like her?’

’Oh, right. He was throwing a tantrum to get his beloved’s attention. Of course, he had to drag her into it to make the other woman jealous and resentful. It was all to teach his ex the lesson that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.’

Clara felt utterly pathetic. Before, she had just been his plaything in bed; now, she was a tool he was using to make another woman jealous.

’Basically, in his heart, she was just a tool. That was it!’

The more Clara thought about it, the more indignant she became, until she couldn’t control it any longer. She reached into her pocket, pulled out the brocade box, and hurled it at Seth Quinn.

"Take your gift back! Can’t I just not want it?"

However, in her anger, she misjudged both her strength and her aim. The box flew straight toward Seth Quinn’s forehead.

Caught off guard, Seth was struck squarely on the forehead. The box then clattered to the ground and rolled a short distance.

The box was small, but it was solid. The impact made Seth wince, and he immediately clapped a hand to his head. Raising his eyes, he snarled at Clara, "Clara Grant, have you lost your mind?!"

When Clara saw that she had actually hit him, she felt a pang of guilt and worry. Her lips trembled as she debated whether she should go over to check on him and apologize.

’After all, an argument was an argument, but throwing things was wrong.’

But just as she was about to step forward, she heard Seth’s roar, and any guilt or concern she felt instantly evaporated.

’When he was trying every trick in the book to get her into bed, he would whisper her name, "Clara." But now that his true love was back, he was yelling her full name—Clara Grant—at her like this!’

’Seth Quinn, go to hell!’

After screaming the words in her head, Clara turned and walked away without sparing Seth another glance.

At that moment, Clara was seething, a heavy and suffocating tightness constricting her chest. She seemed completely unaware that she was acting just like a petulant girl throwing an unreasonable tantrum at her man.

Seth bent down, picked up the brocade box, and caught up to her in two long strides, grabbing her by the arm.

"Where are you..." Before he could finish, Clara instinctively began to struggle, desperately trying to pull away while chanting,

"I am crazy! I am crazy! Let me go! Let go..."

Seth had never seen Clara act like this before. His brow furrowed, a mix of impatience and concern. Ignoring her struggles, he suddenly swept her up into his arms and strode directly toward the car.

Clara hadn’t expected him to suddenly lift her. Whether from shock, rage, or an overwhelming sense of being wronged, she suddenly burst into tears.

"Seth Quinn, you’re such a bully!"

Seth felt a bit wronged himself. He let out a wry laugh. ’This woman... She smacks him with a box and then has the nerve to accuse *him* of being a bully!’