Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 72: Her Name Is Clara Sterling, She’s My Wife

Clara spoke with an unclear tone, "We’re at the airport, why not join her?"

Silas glanced sideways, "You want to join her?"

"Not really, just curious why you said that."

The man beside her seed to chuckle softly.

"Really don’t know?"

Clara pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

"I’m with my wife, why call another woman?"

Silas gave Clara an almost teasing look, "Or do you want to flaunt our love in front of her?"

Clara glared at him, "I didn’t an that."

"Okay, stop thinking about her, just soone irrelevant." Silas coaxed gently.

Soone irrelevant.

Clara savored these words silently.

Her mood started to lift.

Silas had made a reservation at a long-established Chinese restaurant in Crestwood, known for its reputation.

After the al, Silas went to the restroom.

The phone was left on the table.

The screen suddenly lit up.

Clara instinctively glanced over.

Thea: [Silas, are you done? I want to see you.]

Clara’s gaze lingered on the ssage, her feelings heavy like a sponge soaked with water, unbearably stifling.

A mont later, the phone screen dimd.

Silas returned from the restroom, picking up the suit jacket on the chair, "Let’s go back to The Ripplewood Estate."

Speaking of which, the house at The Ripplewood Estate was the one Silas gave Clara when they got their marriage certificate, calling it a wedding ho.

All this ti, Clara had never visited.

She had been staying in the dorm; right after her exams last sester, she packed up and went to Veridian.

She didn’t even know what their wedding ho looked like.

Just then, a call ca in on the phone.

Silas answered quickly, Clara didn’t catch the caller ID.

The man took the call while walking out.

Clara followed slowly behind, head down, her chest stuffy.

It should be Thea calling.

Clara felt a pang of bitterness.

Standing at a distance, she couldn’t hear what Thea was saying over the phone.

By the ti she reached the restaurant entrance, Silas had already finished the call.

"Clara, I have sothing to do. I’ll have the driver take you back first."

Clara opened her mouth.

She wanted to ask if he was going to see Thea.

But she couldn’t bring herself to ask.

She just dryly replied, "Oh."

Silas reached out and ruffled Clara’s fluffy head, "I’ll be ho as soon as I can."

"Mm." Still dryly.

A black Maybach stopped slowly.

It was there to pick up Silas.

Silas didn’t get in first; instead, he said to Clara, "Clara, you get in the car first."

"Oh." Clara got into the Cullinan they had just been sitting in.

Silas instructed the driver, "Drive slowly, be careful, call after you drop my wife off at The Ripplewood Estate."

Clara heard it clearly from the back seat.

She pouted.

If he’s so worried, why not go ho with ?

You just have to go because Thea wants to see you?

She really wanted to ask Silas if the return of his first love ant she had to step aside.

But she couldn’t ask.

After instructing the driver, Silas said to Clara again, "Clara, call when you get ho. If you’re sleepy, just sleep. No need to wait for ."

Clara was feeling down.

Does this an he’ll be back very late tonight?

She replied, "Oh."

Silas’s gaze was gentle, "Be good, I’ll bring you a little cake."

Clara didn’t respond to that.

She didn’t want a little cake; she wanted Silas to go ho with her.

She didn’t want him to see Thea.

After the driver took Clara away, Silas got into the car.

The call was from Silas’s grandmother, Susan Saxon.

The old lady said she wasn’t feeling well and, upon hearing he was back in Crestwood, asked him to co to the old house to see her.

The reason Silas didn’t take Clara was that he wanted to officially introduce Clara to his grandmother on another occasion.

They returned for a class reunion, and the ti was too tight.

Taking Clara to et his grandmother could be disrespectful without a formal occasion, Silas thought.

Moreover, he hadn’t intended to bring Clara back this ti; she wasn’t ntally prepared, and bringing her back hastily might make her nervous and uneasy.

The Sheffield family old house was a mountainside villa, with a view of the mountain and water, broad vistas, pleasant scenery, and very suitable for elderly retirent.

Silas arrived at the old house just past eight in the evening.

The first person he saw upon entering was not his grandmother but Thea.

"Silas, you’re back."

Thea wore light makeup, donned a light purple new-style cheongsam paired with a pearl necklace, her hair half-bunned and half-draped at her back, looking elegant and dignified, like a lady from a well-bred family.

Silas frowned, "Why are you here?"

"I asked her to co," Susan Saxon walked out.

The old lady was already eighty, but she looked great—radiant and plump.

Seeing the vigor in her, Silas suspected she wasn’t unwell at all.

He imdiately understood the real intent; she wanted to matchmake him with Thea.

Susan Saxon ca over, holding Thea’s hand with a benevolent smile.

"Thea just returned from Freedonia. I haven’t seen her for years and missed her, so I asked her to co see ."

With that, Susan Saxon glanced warmly at Silas, "You two seem to share a bond, coincidentally returning to Crestwood on the sa day."

Thea’s smile faltered, "Silas just got back today too?"

Susan Saxon: "Yes, he arrived at the airport around five-thirty. Coincidentally, you probably just landed around then too, right? Why didn’t you return together?"

Thea’s smile turned forced, "Silas said he was busy at that ti..."

Silas’s face turned stern, "Grandma, I ca back with Clara."

Hearing this, Susan Saxon’s smile turned cold, "I don’t know who this mumbling person is."

Hearing his grandmother’s disrespect towards Clara, Silas’s dark eyes glinted coldly.

Even though she was his elder, his tone carried gravity: "Grandma, as I’ve told you before, her na is Clara Sterling. She’s my wife; we’ve already registered."

In front of Thea, Silas didn’t avoid the subject, openly admitting they were already married.

Thea’s face turned pale, pupils shrinking, her body swayed nearly losing balance, "Silas, you... you’re married?"

Silas replied coldly, "Yes."

Hearing Silas’s words, Susan Saxon was suddenly furious, "Silas Sheffield!"

Silas’s expression was cold, "Grandma, since you’re fine, I’m going ho. Clara’s waiting for ."

With that, he turned and strode out.

His footsteps didn’t pause for a mont.

"Silas, Silas wait..." Thea chased after him.

Silas reached the car, and Thea caught up.

"Grandma said it’s been a long ti since you’ve seen her. She’s very happy you ca today and prepared a feast of your favorite dishes. Leaving now will make her sad."

Silas’s gaze was cold as frost, voice devoid of warmth: "I’ll co when you’re not here."

Thea didn’t expect his bluntness, leaving no room for her.

Startled, she stood there, montarily at a loss for words.

In the blink of an eye, Silas had opened the car door and sat in.

The Maybach sped away.

Thea stood at the door, watching Silas’s departing direction, feeling a pang in her heart.

Silas Sheffield, married...

How could this happen?

The unattainable bloom uninterested in love, unexpectedly married just like that?

Clara Sterling.

Thea recited this na in her heart, her gaze gradually turning cold.