Back then, he would get nervous for ages even if she just frowned.
But what about now?
She was nearly blinded by his "help," yet he was stingy with even a single truthful word.
Clara's hands, resting on her knees, slowly clenched. Her nails dug deep into her palms, a sharp pain spreading through her nerves, yet it only sharpened her consciousness. This pain was the mark of her resolve for revenge, proof that she was bidding farewell to the past.
"Really?" She forced a pale smile. "Then you must have had a hard time."
Liam clearly didn't catch the sarcasm in her words, and simply nodded with a sigh of relief. Just then, Vanessa's coquettish voice came from inside the restaurant: "Liam, I want to eat the mango crepes from that place on the corner, can you go buy them for me?"
Liam's response was almost spontaneous: "Okay, I'll go after I change my shoes."
He turned and left, his steps light and quick, without even glancing at Clara on the sofa again.
Clara watched his figure disappear into the entryway, the pain in her palm growing ever stronger.