No Strings Attached novel (Clara and Ian) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21 

Clara tilted her head back, locking eyes with him. Her gaze was icy, her eyes rimmed with the faintest hint of 

red. 

“What if I am? Are you going to strap me onto an operating table and get rid of it, Mr. Bayes? 

lan’s expression darkened as he stared at Clara’s gaunt cheeks for an eternity before he finally spoke Why wouldn’t you tell me something this important?” 

A bitter laugh escaped Clara. “Would you want me to tell you early just so you take out child away as soon as you can? Is that it?” 

“Clara, can’t you just listen to me for once? lan’s grip tightened on her chin 

Her eyes, misty with unshed tears, met his “Mr. Hayes, you’re about to marry someone else and start a family Even if I were with child, would you even care?” 

lan bit back a sharp retort as he stared at her defiant face. No matter how much Clara struggled, he hold firm to her wrist and started walking towards the maternity ward. 

Clara tried to break free, but lan’s uncompromising voice stopped her. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have the best obstetrician.” 

Her already shattered heart ached more at his words lan was taking Heidi, the woman he loved, for prenatal care, all the while planning to terminate her pregnancy. 

If she hadn’t miscarried, wouldn’t it be an even greater agony just for her unborn child to be discarded by its own father? With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Clara closed her eyes in despair 

She jerked her arm free. “Don’t trouble yourself, Mr. Hayes. I’m not pregnant” 

She took a few steps back, glanced once more into lan’s inscrutable dark eyes, and turned to leave But before she could get far, she was swept off her feet. lan’s deep voice rumbled next to her ear “Are you afraid of getting checked? Or do you plan to secretly have the baby and then ride on its coattails into the Hayes family” 

Clara struggled to free herself. “lan, you don’t deserve to be a father! Put me down!” 

Ignoring her protests, lan carried her into a hospital room. Only then did he notice how much thinner Clara’s face had become. “I thought you were capable of taking care of yourself. How come you’ve let yourself go like this since leaving me? Can you even stand to look at yourself?” 

His cool fingertips brushed her cheek, his voice growing huskier. “I told you, come back to me, and all your troubles will disappear.” 

Clara let out a cold laugh. “That day will never come!” 

As she tried to rise, lan’s firm hand pressed her back down. Their argument was interrupted by the sound of Clara’s phone ringing. She answered it immediately, her voice transforming from icy to warm in an instant 

“Anders.” 

“Clara, I came by to visit your dad, and I’ve brought your favorite cheesecake. Where are you?” 

“Thanks, Anders. I’ll be right there.”