146 146. Cinderella’s Handkerchief
The next day, Abigail drove Clara ho. That was the initial plan. Overnight stay at Abigail’s house for doing so college howork.
Clara still hadn’t shared details about her one-night stand: with a man nad Jade. She just went back to Abigail’s ho last night
and imdiately rested.
“Rosie ultimately failed. It seems that the man she is after is too difficult to conquer,” said Abigail, opening the conversation. She didn’t want to let Clara continue to silence her. “She should find another man if she doesn’t want to be disappointed. I was told, last night was the last night before he left for Europe.”
Clara just nodded, she was still often pensive, imagining last night’s events. No wonder Rosie would justify any ans to catch her prey.
“So sad. She must be very disappointed,” Clara comnted with forced concern.
“Yes. She was very disappointed. Last night, she cried incessantly in my arms. However ….” Abigail paused for a mont, hesitating whether to tell Clara the story or not. However, it was not Abigail if not gossiping. “I guess that’s for the best since she’s planning on getting herself pregnant.”
“What?” Clara asked in surprise. “To that extent?”
Abigail nodded. “She stole the man’s condoms so they could go unprotected.”
.....
“That is so underhanded!” Clara comnted again.
Abigail nodded. “She is blinded … too obsessed with him.”
Clara shook her head in disbelief. Luckily, Rosie’s prey escaped so he could avoid forced love.
“You are lucky, you can carry out your mission well,” said Abigail again, chuckling. “Oh, you didn’t tell . Is he handso?” Abigail asked curiously. Her eyes narrowed.
Clara smiled. “He is so hot as hell. Just like … umm … Apollo?”
Abigail braked suddenly. “What did you say? He’s as handso as Apollo? You should hold him for a month or two. It won’t hurt if you date him briefly before you get engaged.”
Clara smiled a little. She still rembered how the man asked her out on a date. “I’m scared.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid I can’t get away from him,” Clara answered briefly. “He is too hard to resist.”
Clara and Abigail exchanged aningful glances. They realized that Clara’s life was not easy.
Abigail patted Clara on the back and stroked it, supporting her best friend without telling any words of support to her.
“I’ll be fine, Abi!” Clara said, reassuring her friend.
“Oh! You look exhausted,” Abigail comnted again. “How many tis did you guys do last night?”
“Hmm ....” Clara was confused about what to answer. “I don’t rember. What was clear was … he shot his load many tis,” she answered, chuckling.
Abigail was wide-eyed. “Is he a machine? Gosh, it’s no wonder you’re afraid you can’t escape him.”
“Yes, he is so good in bed,” Clara said again.
“You make jealous,” Abigail comnted, laughing out loud. “It’s okay, the important thing is you wear protection. Otherwise, you could get pregnant in one night with his love-god-like behavior.”
Clara stopped laughing. “What do you an?”
“I an, he’s wearing rubber, no?” Abigail asked casually.
“I took the pills you gave ,” Clara replied. “The pill is also a contraceptive, isn’t it?”
“Oh …. Of course.” Abigail laughed a slightly strange fake laugh.
Not long after, Abigail’s car stopped in Clara’s front yard. In front of the main entrance, Lisa was standing, waiting for her daughter with a worried look.
“Ah, finally you got ho,” said Linda with so relief.
Clara got out of the car, confused by her mother’s strange expression. She said goodbye to Abigail awkwardly.
“We’ll et tomorrow on campus, okay?” whispered Clara to her friend.
Abigail nodded. She turned to Linda and greeted her. Of course, Linda answered with a forced smile.
After Abigail’s red Porsche left the driveway, Clara approached her mother and asked, “What’s wrong, mom? Are you okay?”
“Your father is inside. He ca ho earlier than expected,” whispered Linda with a pale face. Her lips, without lipstick, looked so dry.
From Linda’s expression, Clara could tell that her father was not showing any signs of being well. Sure enough, when Clara stepped inside, a heavy slap landed directly on her cheek.
“No cellphones, no studying at friends’ houses. A bodyguard will escort you every ti you leave the house.”
That’s all Patrick, the strict father, said. Linda tried to bargain for her husband’s decision. However, Patrick simply replied, “Do you want her to get pregnant before getting engaged to Dave Johnson?”
Linda could only surrender. According to her, Patrick was too hard on their daughter. However, she could not go against her husband. Who would bear the risk? Clara was too beautiful to be left unguarded.
***
In the evening, Samuel was preparing for his Europe tour. Larissa helped him prepare the suitcase. When she accidentally found a handkerchief with the initial C in Samuel’s suitcase, the woman asked, “This handkerchief is very cute.”
The woman slled the floral printed handkerchief and found the scent of cherry, a woman’s perfu, mingled with the sll of her son’s sweat. It was obvious that it didn’t belong to Samuel. “Whose is this?”
“Nobody,” replied Samuel flatly.
“No one, but you keep it here?” asked Larissa again. “Did Cinderella leave her handkerchief behind?”
Samuel stopped for a mont. “Her na is Tara. But the initial on her handkerchief was a C. Weird, isn’t it?” said Samuel while packing important docunts in the folder. “I think Tara is a fake na.”
“She must be beautiful,” comnted Samuel’s mother again. Otherwise, how could her son keep the handkerchief with him?
“What is clear is that she left alone without giving a chance to ask her out,” replied Samuel, smiling bitterly. He glanced at his mother for a mont, then returned to packing.
The mother then smiled with concern, then hugged her son tightly. “No need to force soone to be present in your life. If she is for you, she will co back to you.”
Samuel smiled at his mother. “Don’t worry, mom! I just want to focus on my first tour. Let Cinderella lose her handkerchief. I will not beg for love from a woman.”
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