No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 388

Chase let out a dismissive chuckle. "Impossible. How could I possibly fall for her? My dream girl is sweet and soft, not like that broad—sharp-tongued and always ready to rumble. I'd rather be a bachelor for life than fall for someone like her. You really don't get it, do you? Your marriage is a sham. Better call it quits now."

Roger couldn't help but laugh with exasperation, "Even a blind man could see you're head over heels for Sasha, and here you are playing dumb."

"You think you've figured it out?"

"Absolutely!"

Chase, with his carefree swagger, snapped back, "Dumb asshole!"

And with that, he hung up the phone without a second thought, leaving Roger cursing under his breath.

Pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up, Chase wore a smirk that hinted at his stubborn denial.

There was no way he could have feelings for Sasha. He only looked after her for Clara's sake. Otherwise, he couldn't care less about her.

After reassuring himself of his indifference, Chase stepped out of his car with a roguish air and strolled into the clubhouse. Yet, almost against his will, his feet carried him toward the grand ballroom where Sasha was.

Passing by the restroom, he caught sight of Sasha in conversation with a burly man whose eyes held a lecherous glint. The man's hand crept around Sasha's waist in an overly familiar way.

A flame of anger ignited within Chase. He clenched his fists and strode urgently toward them.

Sasha, no stranger to the ways of their world, easily recognized the man's intentions. She gracefully stepped back with a polite smile. "Dexter, I need to greet the other actors. I'll be taking my leave now."