NovelGoldChapter 391
Clara really had no reason to say no. Even though she'd lost her memories, she and Simon had been childhood
buddies.
She swung by the office first to chat with stop execs, making sure they kept a close eye on the Dawson
family deal. With the ink barely dry on the contract, the project was about to kick off, and she wanted to be
ready for anything else that might pop up. Plus, she had to drop by Kaitlyn's stuto check out sup-and-
coming artists they might sign, hoping to snag a little extra cash for the Bradford Group.
When she got back downstairs, she was surprised to see Simon still hanging around.
She opened the car door, eyebrows raised. "Why are you still here?"
"Your car got scratched by skid, remember? It's still in the shop. | can give you a lift. I've got nothing urgent
going on."
Clara didn't fuss about it and hopped in without a second thought.
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As they drove past their old high school, Simon broke the silence.
"Clara, not remembering your past could be tough. Do you wantto fill you in on the good old days?"
Clara didn't say no, so he gave a small smile, but before he could continue, she asked, "What was | like before?"
A shadow passed over Simon's face. He had no clue.
He had never really known her true personality. She always seemed so into him whenever they met, acting like
she was head over heels.
Now he knew it was all just a front.
He'd been caught up in his own little bubble, thinking he was something special. Outside of their meetings, he
really didn't know what Clara got up to, and neither did the Bradford family. Everyone just saw Clara as the girl
hopelessly chasing after Simon.
But she'd played them all for fools.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his expression darkening. "Of course, you were amazing. You always
had your own opinions, were a great cook, and super helpful. Otherwise, you wouldn't be friends with Megan-
you've done a lot for her."
Clara leaned back in her seat. His compliments didn't give her any real answers, like how she earned those
tough certifications. What else had she been up to besides trailing after Simon?
She closed her eyes, then suddenly asked, "Did | ever talk about anyone named 'Senior' around you?"
"Who's 'Senior'?"
Simon's reaction seemed genuine; he clearly had no idea.
That left only Z. She fell silent and didn't say another word until they arrived at her apartment complex, where
she was surprised to see Megan waiting outside.
Megan had dressed up and broke into a big smile when she saw Clara. "I'm off work for a few days and thought
I'd bring you ssnacks."
Her eyes flicked over to Simon.
Simon just gave her a brief look and said to Clara, "I'll get going then."
Clara nodded, got out, and took the bags from Megan, who suddenly suggested,
"I brought plenty. Why don't you stay, Mr. Simon? Grab a bite before you head out."
Seeing the five bags Megan was holding, Clara decided to invite Simon in too. Simon, being polite, took the bags
and followed them inside.
Once in the elevator and up to her apartment, Clara unlocked her door and was about to flick on the light when
someone grabbed her wrist.
She froze, then realized it was Z.
Z didn't like being seen and definitely didn't want anyone knowing what he looked like.
She took a deep breath and turned to Simon and Megan, saying, “Hang on a sec. My boyfriend's here, and he's
not big on meeting people. I'll just take him to the bedroom."
With that, she slipped inside, cupping Z's face with her hands. "What are you doing here?"
And without even a heads-up!
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