Two Times the Charm (Clara and Emmett) novel Chapter 344

Nestor took the empty glasses from them, wearing a smile, "There are mosquitoes outside, so it's probably not the best idea to hang out here. If you guys want to chat, you can take a seat in the living room. I can ask the kitchen to prepare some snacks. What do you think?"

Elio chuckled lightly and said, "No need to bother. You should go rest too."

Nestor replied, "But how can I rest if you haven't? Seeing you smile again is a relief for me."

"Don't worry about me; I’ll head back in a bit." Elio said.

Nestor turned to Clara, "Ms. Calloway, you might not know this, but when you refused to eat a few days ago, Elio didn't eat either. No matter what I said, it didn't work. It drove me mad!"

Elio's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and he quickly interrupted Nestor. "I just lost my appetite, and it’s not because of Clara!"

Nestor chuckled, immediately understanding Elio's point, "Gotcha, I overthought. I'll have someone bring some mosquito repellent over. Don’t want you guys to get bitten."

With that, Nestor turned and went back to the villa. Elio watched his retreating figure, then turned to Clara and said, "He's someone I trust dearly, been with me since I was a kid. He had to leave the Milburn family because he couldn't cope with his daughter's death.

But he reached out to me recently, so I asked him to come take care of you. You can talk to him directly if you need anything, just like how you would to me."

Clara nodded and said, "I understand. I don't really need anything in this villa, but for some reason, I've been really tired lately. I keep dozing off."

Clara nodded, taking the spray from Nestor's hand to have a look. Sure enough, some orange peel powder was settled at the bottom of the bottle.

Elio commented, "Nestor, you've been in the pharmaceutical industry for too long, even able to make your own mosquito spray!"

Nestor laughed in response, "I did learn a thing or two! I, an old man, won't bother you youngsters anymore. You guys keep chatting; I’ll go tidy up the kitchen."

After Nestor left, Clara rubbed her temples, looking very tired.