Clara looked at their frustrated expressions and suddenly felt bored. She stood up, picked up her canvas bag, and said calmly, "If you like, drink slowly. I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving now."
Today is the last day, and the car that will pick her up from the Bennett family will be arriving soon.
The moment Clara pushed open the door to the private room, Liam instinctively rushed forward and reached out to grab her wrist. When his fingertips touched her slightly cool skin, he felt a strange panic in his heart. Clara's calmness these past few days was too abnormal, so abnormal that he felt like he was going to lose her completely.
"Clara, don't go." His voice was softer than expected, even carrying a hint of pleading that he himself didn't realize. "I was wrong about what happened before. I shouldn't have favored Vanessa and Noah, and I shouldn't have misunderstood you. Give me another chance, and we can start over, okay?"