NovelFastChapter 332
"Mr. Dylan, don't worry, there's still another bowl in the pot. I'll go get it." Clara tried to ignore the pain in her
hand. Right now, she didn't have tto fuss over it.
As she turned to head back to the kitchen, Eden darted past her. "No, letdo it! You'll just mess up the dishes
with your hands!"
Clara stumbled back a few steps, watching as Eden rushed into the kitchen. She gingerly touched her aching
hand, staying put. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Dylan staring toward the kitchen. Was he lost in
thought, or worried Eden might burn herself?
Dylan really did care about Eden.
Clara lowered her gaze, her heart skipping when she heard him ask, "Does it hurt?"
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She blinked, a wave of emotion washing over her, making her eyes sting. "It doesn't hurt, Mr. Dylan. I'm really
sorry."
Eden had been right earlier. With all her mess-ups, how did she still have the nerve to stand in front of Dylan?
Dylan looked up, his eyes meeting her face. She looked so small and vulnerable, her nose a little red, her long
lashes casting shadows.
He quickly looked away, his voice calm. "The Bradford land has an underground river. It's not good for building,
but only Kingston and | know."
That's why the Dawson family picked up the other plots but left this one alone.
Clara's eyes lit up with surprise, and she crouched down in front of Dylan. "Mr. Dylan, thank you so much!"
The brightness in her eyes was more dazzling than the stars. It seemed to make him uncomfortable, and he
turned his head away, mumbling, "Hmm."
Clara was thrilled, her heart racing. Land with an underground river wasn't worth much. Everyone thought the
Dawson family would grab all the plots, so they didn't bid on this one. But the Dawson family skipped it, leaving
it to Johnny.
Now, no one else knew about the underground river. She still had a chance to find a fool to take it off her hands.
She thought of Greysen. He'd been eyeing the Bradford family for a while, secretly plotting with scompany.
If that was the case, finding someone to offload this on wouldn't be hard.
Her smile widened as she looked at Dylan. "Once | sort this out, | promise to take you out to dinner, Mr. Dylan!"
"Hmm," he replied, still not meeting her eye.
Clara suddenly regretted her crazy decision to find a stand-in. She hadn't realized how much it would hurt him,
how it made a mockery of his feelings. But she didn't want to bring it up again. No point in making things
awkward between them.
She quickly found an excuse to leave, sending a message to Scarlette to release Greysen in a couple of days.
Dylan sat alone in the living room, feeling the loneliness seep in, until Eden walked out with the medicine, her
tone full of disdain.
"She left? | knew it. She gets what she wants and bolts. That's just the kind of person she is! Dylan, don't go soft
on her. She's just using you!"
Dylan looked at the carefully prepared medicine, knowing she'd put effort into it. He drank it all down.
Eden, anxious, grabbed his arm. "Dylan, you should hate her."
Dylan slowly put the bowl down. "Yeah, | do hate her."
When there was trouble, she was nowhere to be found, but when everything was fine, she was all sunshine.
She'd always been like this.
But it wasn't her fault. She just didn't love him.
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