Without giving her a chance to refuse, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back toward Rea.
"Clara realized she was being rude earlier, so she came back to apologize with a toast," Ian announced, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Stunned, Clara looked up at him. Her gaze met his sharp, warning gaze.
Swallowing back the bitterness rising in her throat, she turned to the glass in her hand. A faint, resigned smile touched her lips as she slowly brought it to her lips and drank it all down.
The pain exploded in her body like a detonated bomb and scattered her consciousness into pieces.
By the time the banquet ended, she had barely regained her senses.
Once the guests had all left, Rea lingered behind. Ian didn’t even hesitate before he made a declaration, "From now on, Rea will be moving in with me."
Then, he turned to look at Clara, eyes sharp, as if expecting she would make trouble or a fuss.
However, the pain was so overwhelming that Clara did not have any energy left to utter objection or make trouble. She just simply said, "Okay."
She felt she had given the correct answers but Ian frowned and there was confusion in his eyes.