hind the hospital building, the

pted Clara, who wanted to sit in the front. Unwilling to have t

avor the moment, stealing glances at Joe and saving his handsome face as m

g at a moderate speed, cutt

ested, trying to engage the attenti

to remain silent. He wanted to get out of Joe's ca

at a parking area of a restaurant t

to the restaurant and sat at an empty

watchful eye on Clara, who continued to steal glances

ven have the righ

O

er. Four servings of steak with

arance, Clara excused herself to go t

emained. Mario seized this opportunity

id, extending his hand. Now he could see the details of

n replied, shakin

ing to know each other, and I don't want Om to be interested in my crush!" Ma

tionship. Clara isn't my type!" Joe replied

I'm afraid Om might become my rival!" Mario replied, making it even more intriguing. No need to ex

as a little sister, nothing

ll always support my relationship wi

" Joe repli

e? Would Om reciprocate?"

miled, finding it amusing to see Mario

like about Clara?"

and not boring. For three years, I've been looking at her every day, and instead of getting bored, I beco

is wife, Vivian, was beautiful, cheerful, kind, smart, sweet, and no

nced Mario, and they got busy

ft side. Her lips looked moist, and her eyebrows were beautifully shaped. Still the same, those tw

ted chewin

t!" Joe e

responded ent

Clara continued to express her interest in Joe throughout their m

need to head home

dn't give Clara a chance to sit in the front. The car started

at the main gate

u, Om," C

, Om," Nad

e welcome,"

ut of the car and wal

st. Tonight, he learned one thing: Clara liked Joe. Fortunatel

in Clara, right?" Ma

ld girl your age," Joe explained. He was getting bored with what Mario was saying as if Clara had an extraordinary c

getting a divorce?"

s face. He seemed fine, even though

requested; he needed to pick up

you off!" J

!" Mario

er, letting M

u, Om," M

re we

drov

hen he saw Clara's wall

care. It was Clara's fault for

around and returned to the dormitor

ain, Joe called Clara throug

Om?" Clara asked,

you left your wall

ka

r, Clara came

pajamas, looking thin, worn-out, too small, and un

nded the pink box-shaped ite

tionally catching a glimpse of the girl's cleavage. He di

et on Nadia's advice. Yes, the 17-year-old girl of today was

Mario; Clara indeed looked