Sarah's expression was both hope and fear when she entered the house to see Clara coming down the stairs.
She stood motionless at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at her with a blank face. Clara, who doesn't usually pay attention to the unusual expressions on the faces of these family members, is a bit indifferent when she sees her. It wasn't until she stepped down to face Sarah that she realized her mind was unstable.
Clara raised her eyebrows and stared incredulously.
"You!"
Suddenly she screamed, making Clara jump.
"It's all your fault. Why are all the good things in the world stolen by you?"
Clara stared at her, stunned. What is Sarah babbling about? She heard that it was difficult to understand, it was better not to understand at all.
It's over! Everything is over! Sarah couldn't stand that great lash, never had she endured anything worse than this. She didn't care, she didn't want to, didn't want to, and then when she saw her she took out her anger on Clara because she was the cause of everything she was going through.
Clara could see the fang in Sarah's dark eyes. Never had she seen her so angry. Her eyes were like those of an assassin.
Clara had not yet regained consciousness, suddenly Sarah rushed at her with both hands outstretched in front of her face, aimed at her neck, and rushed over. Before Clara could react she was strangled by her. Chop hard!
Clara struggled to breathe, but her grip was as tight as a pincer. As if she was trying to kill her.
The two sides struggled, Sarah was eager to take her life. On the other hand, Clara paled from being suffocated by her, Clara struggled to calm down, scratched and removed her rough hands from her neck, and she finally pushed and pulled away from her. Clara didn't have time to cough and bark, Sarah jumped up to pounce on her again, but this time Clara was faster to dodge, then reached out and grabbed her hands, yanking her to the floor.
Clara tried to catch her breath and glared at Sarah, she didn't return the same glare, both of them wanted to rush into each other like two wild animals, but Clara would never do that, She always manages her emotions very well, and especially she anticipates the consequences that will happen if she acts unwisely, if it was Sarah from before, she would not hesitate or hesitate to quickly stand up and grab her. Clara's hair was pulling, but today her spirit was too tired from Zane's sudden blow. She sat tiredly on the floor, still looking at Clara with hatred, then suddenly everything changed in a flash. The muscles of her face relaxed, her face turned from dark to hopeful, out of nowhere her consciousness burst, she heard somewhere in her ear what Zane had said to her.
Yes, Sarah almost forgot about the most important thing, the situation was extremely urgent, to save Tsunade, and the only person who could save her mother right now was only Clara. As long as she spoke up, Zane would definitely do something to prevent bad things from happening.
That was why he mercilessly refused her pleas, but if it was Clara begging, it would be different. He definitely agreed to help Clara.
Zane had expected everything, he guessed Sarah would make it difficult for Clara after he exposed her, he knew Sarah would pour all his suffering on her head. And tried everything to prevent her from returning to her original position, that's why he was cold when she made her request and insisted on Sarah to bring Clara to the party, of course partly. Zane wants Sarah herself to realize her mistake and do something to atone for it.
Zane has regained his sanity.
Clara watched her transformation, and she was overwhelmed, Sarah's attitude changed so quickly that it made her dizzy. Did not have time to adapt.
"This Clara." Her voice was suddenly friendly.
Clara felt more uneasy than surprised, she appeared sweeter than when she acted inhumanely.
What is happening here? Clara wondered vaguely, then Sarah suddenly stepped forward, clutching her shoulders, eyes filled with strong hope.
oOo
The next day was one of the most beautiful winter days in the city. The warm light returned, the winged insects that had been asleep for a long time woke up, the sky was deep blue, and the trees around the university campus were glowing red and yellow. It was the end of December, and there were new couples, and it seemed to Clara that all the students on the college campus were in pairs. She found herself drawn to the image of a boy and a girl walking side by side with their fingers interlocked, swinging between their hips. She passed a couple hugging behind a cherry tree. The boy's hand disappeared into the jacket just above the girl's waist. Unable to take her eyes off of them, she stood and watched until the couple let go of each other and went their separate ways. With a sigh, she suddenly remembered the words Sarah told her last night, it was not an ordinary meeting, it was a predestined relationship. Sarah told her to appreciate Zane. It didn't sound believable, but it was she who said those crazy things to her last night. And she ended the nonsense by handing her an invitation card and then went back to her room, sobbing like an abandoned child. Helpless and lost, standing at the crossroads waiting for family members to come and find them. Of course, that card was an invitation to Zane's party.
Zane had planned to throw a welcome party when he was discharged from the hospital and had some important news to share with friends and family. He wanted to dedicate this special party to Cinderella, who he had thought was Sarah before, and then everything fell apart when he learned the truth that Cinderella was really Clara. He was about to give up but then he continued, perhaps partly wanting to borrow the essay to help him send his thanks and most of all an apology to Clara. So he arranged everything in place and as long as Clara was there, everything would be perfect, but he knew for sure that if he directly invited Clara to come, she would definitely refuse, so he pushed the heavy duty. this foundation for Sarah, she should do something worthy of his generosity and tolerance anyway.
After listening, Clara didn't know what to do anymore, believe it or not? come or not come? Why didn't he do it himself and ask Sarah? If she didn't have a heart, why would she have to think about it much, just flatly refuse, no matter what, there was no relationship between her and him.
With a fleeting throbbing pain, Clara sighed. Temporarily setting aside the issue of coming or not coming, Clara put her hands in her pockets, walking slowly in the cool air. In the early afternoon, on the way to the school gate to go to the bus station, she saw a couple sitting on the grass by the roadside, face to face, reading a book. Without taking his eyes off the page, the boy reached out and stroked the girl's thigh. Suddenly a burning feeling welled up in Clara's heart.
The gentle touch between him and her suddenly rushed back. Clara shook her head, pulled up the collar of her shirt, and walked a little faster, those vague feelings were just natural, she thought, trying to keep her head from being distracted as she opened her favorite book to read. while waiting for the car.
Suddenly someone called her.
"Clara! Get in the car."
Clara peered into the car that had stopped on the sidewalk next to her as she waited for the bus, Clara's eyes widened in horror when she saw Zane behind the wheel of the Jaguar - she should have noticed. car sooner!
And maybe she would have noticed if she hadn't been so flustered that she couldn't think straight!
"No, thank you."
Clara straightened up, waved her arms, sketched gestures, then deliberately turned her body towards the road to see if the bus had arrived or not.
"Clara." Zane got out of the car, his dark glasses obscuring his eyes from seeing through Clara on the other side of the road: "I'll take you home."
She startled.
"Why are you...? I don't think so, thank you."
Their eyes met, hers rather confused, he thought, and she glanced quickly at the bulletin board in front of her.
Clara was worried enough already. Her father's company had just declared bankruptcy, people were making a fuss at the front door demanding compensation for Tusande's losses, and then a dozen creditors were hanging around looking for an excuse to arrest someone in the house to get money. . Now add him to trouble her stressful time.
The strange thing is that Zane understood everything that Clara waved, yes, he spent the entire day learning about the dialect, with his inherent intelligence he could quickly communicate and understand what Clara was doing. say what.
"Clara! we need to talk."
Her eyes turned. Irritated dancing again: "Go away, Zane! I really have nothing to say to you."
"It's not that." He said softly, then went around to the other side of the car: "I promise I won't even open my mouth if you don't let me." He opened the car door and stood there waiting for her to step inside.
Clara considered, standing rooted to the spot. The rare image of a president is the center of attention of passersby.
"Thanks for your kind words, but my car has arrived."
After saying that, Clara turned around and walked toward the bus that had just stopped. Zane moved out of the car door, quickly grabbing her arm.
"What do you want?" Clara looked at him suspiciously.
He emphasized: "I want to take you home."
Zane clutched Clara's wrist for a long time, refusing to let go, and Clara felt the heat cover her immediately. She shook her head, knowing that Zane wouldn't give up, but she really didn't want to talk to him, and the many eyes watching made Clara more nervous.
"Why do you have to do that?" Clara busied herself with her fingers again: "As you know, there's nothing between you and me."
"Except that Cinderella is you." Zane was of course still devastated by this fact.
"Not necessarily." Clara slightly wrinkled her nose: "I never thought of myself as Cinderella, I was always aware that I was just fulfilling my responsibilities as a guardian to my boss. Besides that, I didn't have any. any other thought to me, and things like that, it's hard to accept, but it's the truth."
"Very difficult." Zane agrees.
Clara could see the expression on his face, Zane was still finding it difficult to face the fact that she had made the mistake of not realizing who Cinderella really was.
"I was the one who took care of you, yes, but it ended two weeks ago."
"That's why I decided to leave." Zane said, "So you didn't go to the hospital to see me that day, did you?"
Clara suffocated as she recalled the previous scene. Sarah is scary. And is he blaming her for that?
"I... yes, I didn't, I didn't intend to come to see you in the first place."
Clara didn't know why she had to lie to him about going there and witnessing the sweet scene between him and Sarah. What for? Is it necessary when everything is in the past?
Zane on the other hand couldn't understand how she could be so cold and unforgiving with his confusion!
"But now you know it all, Clara." Zane reminded her.
"Yes... and it doesn't change a thing," Clara said it like it was obvious.
Clara knew well how he felt right now, it must have been painful, but she decided to ignore it.
"I don't think so and that's why I came here to find you," Zane spoke calmly to her.
But while Clara continued to decline the offer of a frank conversation, Zane also felt an alienation within him, something he had never seen before, a distance, as if he were expecting to leave this place. And away from her.
"Is that so?" Clara still had doubts about it: "But... Zane, it was you who wanted it to end, and I did what you wanted." She patiently explained.
"Is it okay?"
"You don't remember?" Clara expressed disappointment: "Surprise."
"You don't care or blame what I say when I'm not awake, right?"
Zane looked at her expectantly, didn't break his heart, he just healed temporarily to come to see her. Please do not! please, Clara! Don't do that to him.
"Of course not." Clara fidgeted with her fingers: "I just always do what other people want me to do for them, of course, ... I did exactly what you said."
"You must have been very determined when you decided to punish me?"
Clara glanced at the oncoming bus.
"The car has arrived, I have to go." Her expression was full of worry.
Zane sighed at the barrier he sensed she had purposely erected. Then he decided not to give in.
"No." Zane replied, "Until you give me a second chance, I won't let go of your hand."
Clara stared at him, wondering if there was any hidden meaning behind those words...he's here after all, isn't he...? But Zane's expression was not as visible as before.
Clara's normally calm face seemed to have been shattered by emotion, now she looked almost completely real with her emotions. Wonder how this conversation will go...? But Clara knew she had to definitely get out of here.
"Zane, I'm really not in the mood to talk to you today."
She implored her gaze steady, then folded her arms, slowly drawing them back, the grip loosening, his hand slipping completely from hers.
Clara walked quickly before the bus drove away. Zane was about to grab her hand again, but for no reason he just held out his hand for a moment and then retracted it, standing there staring at her figure, until the bus was out of sight. , he just sighed and returned to the car.
A feeling of bulging left in the chest.
Then when he was back to normal, he dialed someone's number. After a long beep on the other end of the phone, a brief conversation ended and Zane started the engine, changed gears, and drove away.
OoO
"Clara."
Clara walked to the door of the house, just put the key in the lock, suddenly a voice called out to her. Clara just turned to look, suddenly someone attacked her from behind. In Flash, Clara collapses from being drugged.
A suspicious car sped up, quickly Two men carried her to the car and disappeared leaving behind a hazy smoke on a winter night.
What is happening? kidnap?
The two angels looked at each other and quickly chased after them.
In two days it will be Clara's birthday. In two days she would have the freedom she had always dreamed of.
Hopefully, everything will be as Clara wishes.