Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 114: He Suddenly Stopped Caring About Silas Sheffield!

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: He Suddenly Stopped Caring About Silas Sheffield!

Isaac Sutton was very anxious, his tone unconsciously harsh, shaking Lisa Holloway’s shoulders as if trying to shake her awake.

"Isaac Sutton, what are you doing? Let her go!" Clara Sterling had just returned from the restroom and saw Isaac Sutton grabbing Lisa Holloway’s shoulders.

Clara Sterling quickly walked over and pushed Isaac Sutton away, "Let go!"

Hearing the familiar voice and seeing Clara Sterling was fine, Isaac Sutton finally felt relieved.

"Clara."

The man’s tall figure blocked the light, casting a shadow.

Clara Sterling looked up at him, her brows furrowed, her bright, watery eyes filled with anger, like a little cat whose fur had been stroked the wrong way.

Isaac Sutton’s heart itched looking at her.

So cute, he really wanted to kiss her.

"Isaac Sutton, what are you doing here?" Clara’s voice was just as lovely as ever.

Hearing Clara Sterling call his name, Isaac Sutton’s body trembled.

"Clara, you should drink less."

The concern in Isaac Sutton’s eyes was genuine.

He reached out, wanting to take Clara Sterling’s hand.

"Clara, I’ll take you home. Where do you live?"

Clara Sterling’s eyes were filled with impatience and disgust, as she slapped his hand away forcefully, "Go away!"

Seeing Clara Sterling so averse to him, Isaac Sutton didn’t insist further.

"Your friends are all drunk. If you find it inconvenient to take them home by yourself, you can ask me for help; I’ll be watching over there to prevent anyone with bad intentions from bothering you."

Clara Sterling shot him a cold glance, "You look like the one with bad intentions."

"..."

Isaac Sutton said nothing more, sensibly stepping aside and sitting back in his original spot.

"Lisa, Anabelle, stop drinking, let’s go home." Clara Sterling removed the drinks from the table and reached out to help Lisa Holloway up.

"Boo-hoo..." Lisa Holloway cried, clutching Clara Sterling, "We were planning to get married this National Day, how could he cheat on me..."

"Is it because I’m not pretty enough, not sexy enough?" Lisa Holloway cried with red eyes, her tears wetting Clara Sterling’s shoulder.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry..." Clara Sterling gently patted Lisa Holloway’s back, comforting her like a child.

"You’re beautiful, it’s not your problem, it’s that guy who’s a jerk, he doesn’t deserve you, be good, finding out before marriage is a blessing in disguise."

"Boo-hoo... four years of college, one year after graduation, a total of five years! How could he be so heartless..." Lisa Holloway sobbed, unable to catch her breath. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Will a man die if he only loves one person? Will he die if he doesn’t cheat? Are there any good men left in the world?" Lisa Holloway, drunk, shouted at the top of her lungs.

The surrounding crowd joined in the fun, sparingly echoing a few responses.

"Yes, I’m a good man."

"Hey girl, date me, I’ll only love you!"

"Sister, it’s not worth it for a man."

Listening to Lisa Holloway’s complaints, Isaac Sutton felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

He thought of himself.

When he was with Clara, he seemed to be equally indecisive.

While loving Clara, he was also entangled with Quinn Hughes.

If given another chance, he would definitely cherish Clara and love no one else for the rest of his life.

Drunk Lisa Holloway was acting crazy, and Anabelle Spencer joined in.

"You’re right, there are no good men in the world, men are all scumbags!"

The man she loved was exactly such a scumbag!

"Men have no hearts!" Anabelle Spencer cursed, taking another swig from the bottle, "Boo-hoo... how can someone be so cold and heartless..."

Clearly knowing her feelings, yet still openly flirting with another woman in front of her.

Does she deserve such treatment?

Why does he treat her this way?

Clara Sterling reached out and lightly patted Anabelle Spencer’s shoulder.

"Yes, yes, men have no hearts, so don’t be sad over a heartless person, listen, let’s stop drinking, let’s go home, okay?"

The two friends were too drunk to listen, cursing scumbags in a mix of sorrow and anger.

However long they cursed, Clara Sterling comforted, internally vowing not to let them drink again, they were terrifying when drunk.

Clara Sterling comforted them until her mouth felt dry and parched.

She picked up a juice and drank it down in one gulp.

"Alright, alright, let’s go home and curse the scumbags there, okay?" Clara Sterling took out her phone to call for a ride.

"Anabelle, where do you live?"

Anabelle Spencer was passed out on the sofa, no longer conscious.

Clara was in a bind.

She didn’t know Anabelle Spencer’s exact address.

She knew Lisa Holloway’s address, but if she sent Anabelle Spencer to Lisa Holloway’s place, two drunken people together with no one to look after them, she wouldn’t be at ease.

Going to the hotel to get a room, she decided she would accompany them for the night.

Thinking about this, Clara Sterling sent a message to Silas Sheffield to inform him.

[Lisa and Anabelle are drunk, I’m going to get a hotel room to take care of them, I won’t be coming back tonight.]

Within less than a minute after sending the message, Silas Sheffield called back.

"Where are you?"

"Nightfall Bar."

"Wait for me." Silas Sheffield said these two words and hung up the phone.

Clara Sterling sat on the sofa waiting obediently for Silas Sheffield.

Lisa Holloway leaned on Clara Sterling’s shoulder, muttering curses at the scumbag, drunk beyond recognition.

Sitting there, Clara Sterling suddenly felt a dizziness.

Was the aftereffect of the fruit wine hitting her?

Gradually, she realized something was wrong.

Her body turned softer and weaker.

Even more strangely, her body felt empty, and her body heat gradually rose.

Her body was scorching to the touch.

Clara Sterling leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily, her consciousness gradually dissipating, unable to control herself as she tugged at the buttons of her shirt.

"Miss, you’re drunk, let me take you to rest." A man wearing a mask approached from somewhere, reaching out as if to hold Clara Sterling.

"No need." Clara Sterling refused with her last bit of consciousness.

The man ignored her, leaning down to hold Clara Sterling.

"Get lost!" Isaac Sutton kicked the masked man away.

The masked man saw Isaac Sutton and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

He was so close to succeeding.

This woman was so beautiful, she was a worldly treasure, he was about to cherish her properly, when suddenly this man appeared.

The masked man was very unwilling, but helpless.

The man in front of him looked tall and strong, probably a great fighter.

He was not his match.

Afraid that Isaac Sutton would find out about the drugging, the masked man had no choice but to give up his beauty and slip away.

Isaac Sutton looked down at Clara Sterling, his gaze suddenly freezing.

The top button of Clara Sterling’s shirt was undone, revealing a glimpse of her alluring skin.

Clara’s moist eyes were blurred, filled with desire.

Isaac Sutton’s mind buzzed and exploded.

He stood there, eyes fixed on Clara Sterling, greedily memorizing her passionate expression.

The most primal desires in his body stirred, raging like a flood.

Isaac Sutton swallowed hard, the desires within him roaring, the blood beneath his skin boiling.

"Clara..." Isaac Sutton took a step forward, his voice hoarse, eyes swirling with lust.

Faced with such an enchanting scene, he was powerless to resist!

At this moment, his rationality was burned to ashes.

He suddenly didn’t want to consider Silas Sheffield!

His mind was consumed by one thought: he wanted to have her!