Chapter 204: Grant Grabbed Clara's Wrist with Sudden Force

Grant grabbed Clara's wrist with sudden force.

Clara found it utterly absurd.

He was the one who pushed her away. Now that she was finally moving on, he wanted to drag her back into the abyss?

How laughable.

"Don't make me despise you even more."

Her words pierced through his defenses like an ice spike.

"Clara... give me another chance..."

Her gaze remained eerily calm, like stagnant water.

"All obstacles are gone now. Even my mother approves. We can get married today!"

"Not interested."

His so-called solutions were nothing but a self-indulgent performance.

"Clara..."

"Move."

She shook off his hand and walked away without looking back.

Grant stood frozen, statue-like.

The morning rush hour crowd flowed around him, yet he seemed trapped in a vacuum, staring blankly ahead.

After a long silence, his lips barely moved.

"Is it... really over?"

* * *

Paige had no idea what happened in the study that night.

At first, she trembled with fear, expecting Grant to kick her out any moment.

But soon, she relaxed.

Catherine doted on her, ordering the staff to cater to her every need.

Expensive tonics arrived daily.

To her surprise, Grant even allowed her to stay in the mansion.

The servants, reading the room, began calling her "Madam."

Her favorite fruits appeared within half an hour of craving them.

Catherine casually gifted her luxury bags and jewelry.

Paige slept in, indulged in imported bird's nest soup.

Now she understood why so many women coveted wealthy marriages.

She regretted not getting pregnant sooner—missing out on such luxury.

Only one thing unsettled her...

Catherine's indulgence was entirely because of her unborn child.

But Grant's attitude remained inscrutable.

After leaving that night, he didn't return until dawn—then fell ill.

He refused doctors, food, or water.

Locked himself in his bedroom all day.

When Paige tried to show concern, his glare sent her recoiling.

In that moment, she felt like a disgusting cockroach.

Though he soon regained his composure.

"Darling, are you going out?" She rushed to him eagerly.

"Call me that again, and you're out."