Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation novel Chapter 92

There was also a blurry wedding photo attached to post.

She didn’t know which church it was in. Because of the angle of the camera, she couldn’t see the man, but she could see that the bride wearing the wedding dress was Delores Clayton.

Clara stared at this post for a while, and her eyes gradually darkened.

Her finger rested on the screen, and she soon took a screenshot of the post. When she refreshed the page, the post had already disappeared.

Soon, Mae had lunch ready.

Clara went to the dining room and when she saw Donny asking the servant to pack a serving and send it to Baxter’s room, she asked, “What’s wrong with him?”

“He said he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to eat in his room.”

Clara “...”

According to George, during the three days when she had been asleep, she had only been sustained with grape juice, and her stomach was already rumbling as she sat at the dining table.

Mae usually made five dishes and a soup for lunch. This time, Clara finished them all.

After eating so much, Clara felt a little bloated and lay on the sofa in the living room.

About two o’clock in the afternoon, Donny picked up his coat from the hanger, “Clara, Ethan asked me to go to the company to deal with some things. If you are not feeling well, call Dr. Deleon.”

“Okay, sure.” Clara smiled.

After Donny went out, Clara finished playing her game on the sofa. Then she got up and walked to Baxter’s room.

She knocked on the door, “Baxter Cohen, open the door.”

Clara waited for a while, but when she saw that there was no response from inside, she knew that Baxter was keeping quiet on purpose, so she raised her voice and said, “On the count of three, if you don’t open the door, I will call the maid to break the door open.”

“One...” After counting, Clara could vaguely hear footsteps in the room.

Baxter quickly opened the door a gap and poked his head out to look at Clara. There was still gauze wrapped around his head and he looked a little comical.

“Clara...” Baxter thought of something, and he quickly changed what he was going to say, “Madam, why are you looking for me?”

Clara couldn’t help but find it funny when she saw his evasive look. “Baxter, I don’t blame you. You don’t need to hide from me either.”

“I’m not hiding from you.” Baxter touched his nose and quibbled, “I just don’t feel well...”

“You’re not feeling well, but you are still in the mood to play games?” After entering his room, Clara pointed to the table and the game still open on his phone.

Baxter immediately came over and turned off his phone. He smiled awkwardly. “I was bored, so I played games.”

“Baxter, aren’t we friends?” Clara turned around and leaned against the edge of the table. She crossed her chest and looked at him. “You said you wanted to protect me, but what are you doing now?”

“I don’t think I can protect you.” Baxter wanted to scratch his hair, but he ended up only grasping at his gauze, and in the end, he could only put his hand down. “I’ll go back to Australia in a few days.”

Ever since he had woken up, he had felt ashamed whenever he thought about how he had almost violated Clara.

He had lived so long, but this was the first time he had felt so embarrassed.