Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Chapter 22 Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Clara regretted it after leaving. Her satisfaction was fleeting, and what should she do after? Waller still had Marlie and could easily keep her from seeing her. She was too impulsive. Clara shouldn’t have offended him and provoked Tamara. Anxiety filled her. 

When Clara exited the elevator, she ran into Willard in the lobby. 

“Why did you come from there?” Willard pulled Clara toward him. “You didn’t answer my calls. I thought you were standing me up. Where did you go?” 

Clara shook off Willard, “Why di 

“Why did you ask me to come here?” 

“You think I want to? The project is now assigned to Vernon, Mr. Colon’s assistant. I can only call you here to discuss it,” Willard explained. His eyes lingered on Clara. She wasn’t wearing makeup today, but compared to that night, she seemed more beautiful. Her beauty was incomparable. Willard had seen many women but never someone like her. 

“Come on. I won’t hold it against you as long as you handle the project well” Willard tried to pull Clara close again. 

Clara frowned and avoided him. She didn’t know much about Willard before, but she looked him up online later, Although Willard was good–looking and generous, he was notorious for being a playboy. Walter wouldn’t associate with someone like Willard, but they were distant cousins. No wonder Richard had inquired about Willard’s preferences, then had Clara dress up for the appointment to secure a big project. 

Alter being rejected repeatedly, Willard’s face turned ugly. “It’s true. You were fooling me that night. But I’m set on you, Clara honey. You can’t escape.” He grabbed Clara’s wrist. “I’ll have you in my bed.” 

“Get lost.” Clara shook her wrist desperately but couldn’t break free. “I’ve resigned. Go find someone else.”” 

“Isign the contract because of you. Do you think you can back out? You better pay me back.” Willard admired Clara up clase. He loved seeing women flustered. It called to the hunter’s instincts in him. 

Willard stared at her delicate neck and down to her neckline and cleavage. He swallowed. She was alluring. He itched to take her somewhere private. He should have taken her that night. 

Clara could sense Willard’s predatory gaze. She shouted, “Let go now. We’re in public. If you don’t, I’m going to scream.” 

“Go on, I like that. If you want to back out, sleep with me. That’ll make up for my loss.” Willard laughed wickedly, his hand on her waist. Her waist was thin. He could easily wrap his palm around it. 

Clara thought she was about to be molested when Willard unexpectedly released her, Clara hastily adjusted her collar and smoothed her long hair, not wanting to appear too disheveled. 

When Clara turned around, Walter walked out of the elevator. No wonder Willard had stopped. 

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