Milf Hunter: Seducin Chapter 742: Claire’s Love Confession

Chapter 742: Claire’s Love Confession

Yelena grabbed my hand, yanking

up from the ground with more force than necessary, her grip tight as if she were afraid I’d disappear if she let go. The villa behind us was a roaring inferno, the heat still licking at our backs, but my attention was stolen by the frantic figure sprinting toward us—Claire.

She didn’t slow down. She didn’t hesitate.

She crashed into , her hands flying to my face, my shoulders, my chest, as if she needed to physically confirm I was still in one piece. "You’re fine," she breathed, her voice raw with relief, her fingers trembling as they traced over my arms, my chest, searching for wounds. "You’re really fine? Is nothing broken? No bullets? No—"

I caught her wrists gently, my smirk softening as I looked down at her. "I’m fine, Claire," I said, my voice low, reassuring. "Nothing happened to . I promise."

Her relief lasted exactly one second.

Then her hand flew up and cracked across my face—so hard my head snapped to the side, the sting radiating through my cheek.

"You BASTARD!" she scread, her voice breaking, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and terror. "Do you have any idea what it was like out here?! Not knowing if you were alive?! If you were bleeding?! If you were—" Her breath hitched, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. "I thought I lost you! I thought—"

Her voice cracked, and for a second, she looked like she might collapse. But then the anger flared again, her eyes blazing. "How dare you?! How dare you just run in there like so—so reckless idiot?! You could’ve died! You could’ve been—" She cut herself off with a shuddering breath, her hands flying to her face as if she could erase the images her mind had conjured. "I can’t—I can’t lose you, too."

Yelena stepped forward, her voice sharp with annoyance. "Claire, what the hell?" She reached up, her fingers brushing over the red mark on my cheek where Claire had struck . "He’s fine, you psycho. Stop hitting him."

Claire whirled on her, tears streaming down her face, her voice a snarl. "Oh, shut up, Yelena! This is your fault! If you hadn’t locked yourself in there like so suicidal maniac—"

"I had it under control!" Yelena snapped, her own temper flaring.

"Under control?!" Claire’s voice was a scream. "You were trapped! The whole building was collapsing! And Jack—stupid, reckless Jack—just ran in after you like—" She cut herself off, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she turned back to , her hands gripping my shirt so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"You promise ," she demanded, her voice shaking. "You promise

you won’t ever do sothing like that again. Not for her, not for anyone."

I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I reached up, brushing a thumb over her cheek, wiping away the tears. "I can’t make that promise," I said quietly.

Her eyes widened, her voice breaking. "Jack—"

"Because if it’s you in there," I continued, my voice firm, "I’d do it again in a heartbeat."

She let out a choked sob, her forehead pressing against my chest. "You’re impossible," she whispered, her voice muffled.

Yelena rolled her eyes so hard it looked like she might strain sothing, throwing her hands up in exaggerated frustration. "Oh, spare ," she groaned, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "No one cares about

anymore. The second you two lock eyes, I might as well be a ghost." She crossed her arms, her smirk sharp but her eyes flickering with sothing unreadable—annoyance, maybe, or sothing deeper.

Claire’s patience, already frayed from the battle and the fear of losing , snapped like a wire. "Shut up, you bitch!" she hissed, her voice trembling with frustration. "Not everything is about you, Yelena!"

Yelena’s smirk only deepened, her voice teasing. "Oh, really? Because it sure feels like it when you two start your little love fest in the middle of a warzone."

Claire’s face flushed, her fingers clenching into fists. "You—!"

I glanced at Claire’s favorability—95. High, but not perfect. Not yet. Claire was different from Yelena. She had two daughters, a past, and responsibilities. She wasn’t just a warrior—she was a mother. And that made her confession all the more unexpected.

She turned to , her eyes wide and vulnerable, her voice trembling. "Jack..." she started, her fingers twisting in the fabric of my shirt. "I love you..." The words tumbled out, raw and unguarded, like she’d been holding them back for too long. "Can you... Be my boyfriend?"

I blinked, stunned by the sudden confession. Claire had never been one to wear her heart on her sleeve. She was fierce, controlled, and dangerous. And yet, here she was, asking

like this—begging, almost.

She saw my hesitation, and her face fell, disappointnt flashing in her eyes. "That..." she stuttered, her voice breaking. "I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have just—"

I didn’t let her finish.

I pulled her into my arms, my hand cradling the back of her head as I kissed her—deep, possessive, hungry. When I pulled back, her lips were parted, her breath ragged, her big, watery eyes locked onto mine.

"I love you, Agent Claire," I said, my voice low and certain.

Her breath hitched, her fingers tightening around my shirt. "You... an it?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

I smirked, my thumb brushing over her lower lip. "I don’t say things I don’t an."

She let out a shaky laugh, her forehead resting against mine. "Then... I’m yours."

Yelena, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of annoyance and amusent, let out a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, finally," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Now, can we please get out of here before the whole place collapses on our lovestruck heads?" She stepped closer, her smirk sharp. "Or do I need to throw a bucket of water on you two to snap you out of it?"

Claire ignored her, her eyes never leaving mine. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice soft but fierce. "I’m not letting you go."

Yelena scoffed, crossing her arms. "Oh, please. You two are insufferable." She leaned in, her voice dripping with teasing. "Claire, dorogaya, if you’re going to be this love-struck, at least have the decency to not do it in the middle of a burning building."

Claire finally tore her gaze away from , her eyes narrowing at Yelena. "Oh, shut up, Yelena! You’re just jealous because no one’s ever looked at you the way Jack looks at !"