After Nancy Nash moved into the Quincy Family, she started making a fuss with Thomas Quincy.
She demanded that Thomas Quincy divorce Clara Thornton and marry her. Thomas also felt troubled and wanted to talk to Clara.
But every ti, Clara was either not around or with Eleanor Sterling. When he went to seek Clara, Eleanor would scold him, calling him a scumbag.
Thomas hit a wall several tis and was unable to settle the matter.
That day, Nancy had another argunt with Thomas, and she ran crying all the way to the garden.
Thomas had no choice but to chase after her, and he caught up with Nancy deep in the garden, "Nancy, stop running."
Nancy cried and nestled into Thomas’s arms. She choked, "Didn’t you say you would divorce Clara and marry ? Why haven’t you divorced her yet? Could it be that you actually like her now?"
"No, it’s just she hasn’t seen , and I have no way. Give a little more ti, please." Thomas patiently coaxed Nancy.
Upon hearing Thomas’s words, a hint of malice flashed in Nancy’s eyes. It seed Clara knew Thomas wanted to divorce her and was purposely avoiding him.
"I don’t care. I’ll give you one more week. You must divorce her. Otherwise, I’ll go back to the Nash Family."
Nancy threw a tantrum, and Thomas felt a headache coming on, but he had to do his best to pacify her.
"Alright, I’ll try my best to talk to her."
Seeing that Thomas didn’t lose his temper, Nancy sighed inwardly.
If it were in the past, daring to act this way might not even earn her a glance from Thomas. But now, with the love potion at play, Thomas let her have her tantrums and didn’t get angry; instead, he even placated her.
She had to seize this opportunity to completely drive Clara Thornton away.
"Then go right now," Nancy said.
"Alright, I’ll go right away. Wait for my good news," Thomas agreed and imdiately headed towards the master bedroom.
Nancy watched his departing figure, a trace of darkness flickering in her eyes.
If Thomas couldn’t shake off Clara because of Eleanor and others, she might as well go all in.
As long as she carried Thomas’s child, perhaps she could smoothly climb up the ladder.
Nancy sched silently in her heart.
...
In the master bedroom, Clara had just finished exercising and entered the bathroom to shower and change.
Just then, Thomas walked in from outside. Not seeing Clara, he assud she had gone to Eleanor’s place again. As he was about to turn to leave, he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
He could only sit on the bed and wait for Clara.
Lately, he and Clara had been living separately. Clara slept in the master bedroom, while he slept in the guest room.
With a click, the bathroom door opened, and Clara walked out wrapped only in a towel.
When she saw Thomas, she seed a bit surprised.
"What are you doing here?"
Seeing her like this, Thomas instinctively thought she wanted to seduce him, and his expression darkened.
"Have you no sha?"
Hearing this, Clara was so furious that her teeth gnashed audibly.
If she was shaless, and Thomas was so proud of his dignity, then he shouldn’t have touched her before. Now he dared to question her like this.
"Get out."
Clara stepped forward, trying to push him out, hitting him as she did.
Thomas felt angry at her ferocious behavior and was naturally unwilling to comply. He sat unmoving.
In the midst of the struggle, Clara’s towel loosened.
She gripped it tightly, letting out an ’ah’ sound.
Now, Clara wanted to avoid giving him a view she disliked, so she reached out to cover his eyes.
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