Every ounce of hostility Claire held toward Seth stemmed from her fierce protectiveness over Noreen.
Just like how Noreen despised Felix Quigley.
The reason was actually quite simple.
Only a best friend witnessed your hidden pain and lowest moments, remembering every grievance and heartbreak on your behalf.
And they never forgot.
She felt that the relationship was draining you, so she urged you to cut your losses.
After finishing the last Egg Tart, Claire leisurely wiped her hands and asked, "You have something to tell me, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"It's written all over your face."
Noreen actually reached up to touch her face.
It was rare to see her like this, and Claire couldn't help but laugh. Leaning back against her chair, she teased, "Did you want to tell me about how you smuggled that bastard in last night?"
Noreen, who was mid-sip, choked on her milk.
She coughed violently a few times.
Claire considerately handed her a tissue, adding a jab, "Look at how nervous you are. You don't even know how to sneak around properly."
"Also, that hickey on your neck is way too obvious."
Flustered, Noreen tugged at her collar, desperately trying to cover the mark Seth had left on her neck.
Unfortunately, the neckline was too low, doing absolutely nothing to hide it.
Claire saw right through the tactic.
That bastard Seth was playing mind games again.
Deliberately leaving a mark in the most visible spot possible.
He was acting exactly like a desperate mistress trying to stake a claim by leaving a lipstick stain on a man's collar.

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