A Night of Desire-Chapter 76: Why Is She a Little Guilty?

The car soon pulled up in front of Clara Grant’s building. Her conversation with Seth Quinn on the way had been strained, so Clara got out of the car without a moment’s hesitation. She shut the door, not even bothering to say goodbye, and walked toward the entrance.

Seth Quinn got out of the car after her, calling out from behind, "Aren’t you going to invite me up for a bit?"

Clara Grant stopped in her tracks. She paused for two seconds, then turned and walked back to him. With a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, she said, "You want to come up for a bit? Fine. Let’s go. It’s the perfect chance for you to pick up your son."

Seth Quinn froze for a moment, then remembered: the misunderstanding about Cherie being his son was still unresolved.

"I don’t have a son."

"Right. In your world, from your point of view, of course you don’t have a son. But the fact is, you do, and he’s already five years old." Clara Grant’s expression was laced with scorn. "Maybe five years was enough time for you to forget the woman you had a fling with, but that boy is your own flesh and blood. No matter how heartless you are, you shouldn’t treat a five-year-old child this way. He’s only five. His father doesn’t want him, his mother is missing... Don’t you think he’s pitiful? That you’re despicable?"

"I told you, he’s not my son."

"If he’s not your son, then why did his mother go to such great lengths to send him to you?" Seeing him still trying to make excuses, Clara flared up.

"I wasn’t aware of this." He was telling the truth; when his eldest sister arranged it, he truly hadn’t known.

"Besides, do you think just any woman is worthy of bearing my children? My children can only be born by my wife. Or to be more precise... my children can only be born by *you*!"

Seth Quinn’s tone was nonchalant, but Clara blushed furiously. ’His words... doesn’t that mean he’s already decided he’s going to marry me?’

’And he’d said it so brazenly! This man... did he have no sense of shame whatsoever?’

She couldn’t help but glare at him. Flustered and furious, she bit out, "Who wants to have your children? If you want to have kids, go find some other woman!"

With that, she refused to waste another word on him, turned, and ran off.

Seth Quinn leaned casually against the car, an amused smirk playing on his lips. His eyes were fixed on her retreating form, and he didn’t look away until she had vanished from sight.

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Clara Grant had just pushed open the door to her apartment and was reaching for the living room light when, before her hand even touched the switch, CLICK! The light flicked on.

She looked up to see Cherie and Skylar Hayes standing there, watching her.

"Clara, you’re back?"

Cherie and Skylar Hayes asked at almost the same time.

"Mom, Cherie, did I wake you up again?" Clara walked toward them, glancing at the wall clock. It was already ten-thirty.

She had woken them up every time she’d come home late these past few days, and she felt a little bad about it.

"No, I was just getting up for some water." Skylar Hayes gave her daughter a gentle smile. "Cherie, on the other hand, said he heard you come back and woke right up. You two seem to be on the same wavelength. I didn’t believe him when he said you were home, but sure enough, here you are."

As she spoke, Skylar Hayes patted Cherie’s head.

Clara smiled. "Mom, go on back to bed. Cherie’s sleeping with me again."

Skylar Hayes nodded and returned to her bedroom. Cherie followed Clara into her room.

"Clara, Clara, where did you go today? Where did you go?" Cherie trailed after Clara, asking relentlessly.

"Nowhere special. I just went out with a classmate." Clara helped him get into bed and lie down.

"Was it your classmate who brought you home?" Cherie asked, his big eyes blinking as he stared at her.

"No one gave me a ride. I took a cab home by myself." For some reason, Clara lied instinctively.

"Clara, you’re lying!" Cherie pouted. "I saw it from the window. A man brought you home. Who was that man?"

Looking at his little face, Clara was surprisingly at a loss for words.

’How was she supposed to answer him? Tell him the man who brought her home was his father?’

’Why did she suddenly feel as guilty as if she were the other woman, destroying the happiness of his family?’