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"You're staying at a hotel eating cheap takeout instead of coming home. Am I not feeding you enough?"
His words were as sharp as ever.
Clara Knox, munching on her fried dumplings, had no desire to argue with him. Arguing with this sharp-tongued man would lead to nothing but a ruined appetite, and she couldn't win anyway. Why bother making herself miserable?
Edward Harper casually stretched out on the big bed the next second, right where Clara Knox had slept, and picked up her phone without thinking.
Clara, enjoying her meal in peaceful quiet, turned her head to find him deeply engrossed in her phone. Her mind instantly sounded the alarm.
Her phone held too many secrets she couldn't let him see.
"What are you looking at?"
She tossed down her chopsticks and instinctively lunged onto the bed to grab her phone.
Edward wouldn't let her succeed so easily. He reacted swiftly, raising the phone out of her reach just as she pounced.