No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 

The word ‘home‘ pierced Clara’s heart like a thorn. Once, she had believed in that place as her home, where she handpicked decorations from department stores and meticulously arranged every nook and cranny. Her arrival turned the once sterile apartment into a haven of warmth. 

After work each day, she would swing by the local grocery store to pick up fresh ingredients, preparing lan’s favorite dishes with care. 

Waiting for him to come home, sharing dinner, those moments were the epitome of bliss for her. She even thought, if lan wasn’t ready for marriage, their current arrangement wasn’t half bad. 

But the harsh truth was, it had always been a one–sided affair. Ian had never truly given her his heart. To him, she was merely a fuck buddy, an object for his desires. 

The bitter realization twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. “That’s your home, not mine. I won’t go back with you.” 

lan’s grip tightened on her chin, his mouth claiming hers in a possessive kiss that brooked no argument. His unrestrained lips wandered over her face, neck, and body, acting without censure. He knew Clara’s body as if it were his own. He knew what made her tick, and what stirred her deepest cravings. 

Her breath was stolen bit by bit, like a small fish gasping for air before drowning in a vast 

sea. 

The night was deep, the world around them silent. The only audible sound was the heavy breathing of a man caught in passion. 

Ian nipped at her tender flesh, teasing, “Are you coming home or not?” 

Clara’s eyes reddened from the intensity of the kiss, her body turning to putty. Her voice was hoarse and unrecognizable. “lan, home is where the heart is. What we have is hardly more than a fling a hotel room would be more suitable.” 

Her voice was soft yet charged with coldness. lan slowly released her, his gaze pinning her in place, “Clara, have I treated you too well? Made you too arrogant?” 

A cold laugh escaped Clara, “if being wrongly accused counts as treating someone well, then yes, you excel at that, don’t you?” 

Her clear, bright eyes held not a trace of affection, only icy mockery that chilled lan to the 

core. 

He licked his lips, frustration evident, “Clara, don’t be too smart for your own good. Do you think Heidi is that easy to deal with?” 

“I’m aware she’s got the Campbell family and you behind her. But she crossed a line. I’ll 

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fight her to the bitter end if I have to.” 

‘She’s got depression, Clara. Drive her to suicide, and you’ll face consequences you can’t Imagine.