Chapter 981
Claire Chase was on the phone, completely oblivious to Felix Quigley’s presence, which meant she didn’t have time to dodge when he slipped his arm around her waist.
The moment he pressed against her, a fresh wave of goosebumps erupted along her arms.
She couldn’t quite remember when she had started finding his touch so repulsive.
Every time he laid a hand on her, her stomach churned violently, a sickening wave of nausea washing over her.
The discomfort radiated from the point of contact, seeping into her nerves and spreading through her entire body.
The lingering scent of women’s perfume clinging to his clothes only made it worse.
Felix sensed the resistance in the woman he was holding, and the large hand resting on her waist stiffened.
Claire took the opportunity to slip out of his embrace. When she glanced back at her phone, she realized Wilbur had already ended the call without even saying goodbye.
She put her phone away, her face freezing over as she looked at Felix, completely baffled by whatever insane mood had possessed him this time.
He had just been outside, acting all lovey-dovey with his precious childhood sweetheart, and now he was here trying to touch her?
He was like a ghost that just wouldn’t leave her alone!
Claire’s expression grew even colder. “Have you completely lost your mind today, Mr. Quigley? Do you hear how sickening you sound right now?”
Felix’s expression froze for a split second.
He had always despised her. He thought she lacked grace, didn’t behave with enough dignity, and had a terrible personality.
She didn’t fit the standard of a wealthy, elite wife in any way, shape, or form.
That was why, when his grandfather had demanded he marry Claire, he had fought back with everything he had.
But eventually, crushed under the weight of his grandfather’s pressure, he had been forced to accept it.
Because of that, he had never treated Claire well after the wedding.
He kept her identity a secret and refused to take her to any social events.
Naturally, he still felt the exact same way now.
But right now, he was the one trying to make peace, so he forced himself to swallow his pride.
He assumed she was just throwing a temper tantrum over what she had seen outside, which was why she was snapping at him.
So, Felix forced himself to be patient. “I didn’t know she was going to be here. I didn’t invite her. I only asked to see you.”
Claire found him utterly ridiculous. “Does that even matter?”
He was the one she couldn’t stand, not anyone else.
When would he finally understand that?
“How does it not matter? I’m explaining things to you because I want you to trust me,” Felix insisted.
He reached out, trying to grab her hand.
Claire dodged him effortlessly.
If he had something to say, he could just say it. Why did he need to grab at her?
Felix grasped at empty air. His hand
hung awkwardly in the space
between them for two secondel.ne
before he slowly pussed it back.
“Claire, I’ll learn to be a good husband. You can try trusting me, just this once.”
He pulled out his absolute utmost sincerity.
He was telling her to trust him.
He had offered her the benefits, he had shown her the right attitude, and now he was just waiting for her answer.
However, Claire’s eyes remained as cold as a bitter winter night.
“Mr. Quigley, let me give you a piece of advice. Before making promises, you should probably ask if the other person ever wants them
“Because I certainly don’t.”
With that, she walked right past him, heading straight for her exclusive VIP room.
Seeing her remain so flawlessly indifferent, a sudden wave of panic flared in Felix’s chest.
Maybe a husband and wife really shouldn’t be separated for too long.
The Claire of the past was never like this.
She used to listen to him with complete devotion, and she had never once rejected him.
Felix wanted to chase after her, but
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He hesitated, catching sight of Wilbur standing not too far away out of the corner of
his eye.
They stood at a distance, staring at each other.
The overhead lights cast deep shadows under Wilbur’s strong brow, completely masking the dark intensity in his gaze.
When Felix glared at him, Wilbur calmly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked away.
Realizing Wilbur was there too, Felix’s brow furrowed into a deep, furious scowl. The unpleasant encounter was quickly pushed to the back of Claire’s mind. She had much more important things to do today.
Her mother’s signature masterpiece, a teardrop-shaped tiara, was up for grabs.