Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 170: Just How Wild Is Her Play?

Clara found this meal very comforting.

She originally thought that Thea was coming tonight, and the old lady might give her a cold shoulder again, playing favorites.

But surprisingly, the old lady’s attitude towards her and Thea flipped entirely today, dramatically favoring her over Thea.

After the meal, the old lady couldn’t resist taking out the peony painting repeatedly, admiring it fondly.

"I never expected Clara to have such good skills."

Susan Saxon said, smiling warmly as she took Clara’s hand.

"Clara, in the past, Grandma was biased against you. Grandma’s old and confused, was misled by that Thea, and yet you not only don’t resent Grandma but also took the trouble to prepare a birthday gift for Grandma. Grandma truly feels guilty."

The old lady’s eyes were full of regret, and she turned to call over a servant, whispering something to them.

After receiving instructions, the servant left and soon returned to the room holding a beautifully patterned sandalwood box.

"Take this as Grandma’s apology gift to you," Susan Saxon said as she opened the sandalwood box.

Inside was a translucent jade bracelet, its green hue shining brightly, with top-notch quality and condition.

Susan Saxon took out the jade bracelet, held Clara’s hand, personally putting the bracelet on Clara’s wrist, and nodded with satisfaction, "Your skin is fair, and this bracelet suits you."

Clara looked down at the touch of emerald green against her fair wrist with mixed emotions.

From the beginning, Grandma hadn’t liked her, always finding faults.

She wanted dearly to change Grandma’s opinion of her, but recently many things had happened, and she was always caught up in whirlwinds of rumors and gossip, making Grandma even more annoyed with her.

Even though she bid on paintings for Grandma and carefully embroidered, she still felt uneasy, fearing Grandma wouldn’t like them.

Everything today was beyond her expectations.

The Sheffield Family treated her well, and although it was Grandma’s birthday banquet, they even prepared gifts for her.

Even Grandma, who had always disliked her, had a complete change of attitude towards her.

Clara knew something must have happened to cause Grandma’s attitude to change so quickly.

She had a thousand words in her heart, but when it came to her lips, it turned into a simple "Thank you, Grandma."

The old lady was very pleased, continuously praising Clara while holding her hand.

"Our Clara is really beautiful; I must have been blind before."

The other members of the Sheffield Family, seeing the old lady so happy, were also in a good mood.

Especially Silas Sheffield and Sophie Sheffield.

They were closest to Clara and knew how much the old lady previously disliked her.

After the banquet ended and on the way back, Clara finally had the chance to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind all evening.

"Why did Grandma suddenly become so cold towards Thea? She used to really like Thea."

Silas Sheffield’s voice was cool, "Because she knows what kind of person Thea really is now."

"What do you mean?" Clara turned her head to look over, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Didn’t you ask me before to look into Thea’s relationships? I found out a few things. Her private life in Freedonia was chaotic, she partied a lot, and she even had an abortion a few months before returning home."

Clara hadn’t expected it to be because of this.

She raised her eyebrows, "How wild is ’wild’?"

Previously, Anabelle Spencer had also helped her look into Thea.

Clara had seen the information Anabelle sent.

She only knew that Thea’s romantic relationships in Freedonia were a bit messy, having dated eight or nine boyfriends, including white, black, and Asian guys. Sometimes, while in a relationship, she would also meet up with other men.

Silas Sheffield glanced at her, "Those things aren’t suitable for kids."

"I’m not a child. Why can’t I see?" Clara suddenly became interested, "Since she used to mess with me, spread rumors about me, lead netizens to attack me online, why can’t I look at her dark past?"

Silas Sheffield said indifferently, "If she doesn’t apologize tomorrow, those things will be made public online."

Clara suddenly thought of something, frowning slightly, "Wouldn’t that be breaking the law? After all, those are her private matters..."

Silas replied with a casual tone, "The things that can be released might at most infringe on reputation and privacy rights. If she’s not happy, let her sue the people spreading the news one by one."

Clara understood; in any case, this "whistleblower" wouldn’t be associated with her or the Sheffield Family.

It was just like when Thea found someone to leak rumors about her and Julian Hawthorne.

It’s fitting to treat others the way they treated you.

Clara asked further, "What about the things that can’t be released?"

"They will be made public in another way."

...

The next day.

The final deadline for Thea’s public apology online.

When Clara woke up in the morning, Silas Sheffield was no longer home.

He said last night he was a bit busy today, had meetings all day, and an event in the evening.

Clara sat up, still feeling a bit sore.

Last night, on this bed, Silas Sheffield had been insatiable, demanding her over and over.

Even with the need to get up early in the morning, he kept going until one or two in the morning.

Isn’t it said that men start declining past twenty-five? How come he seems to want it even more?

Sometimes, when they were alone, just a glance could spark uncontrollable desire.

The white silk nightgown lay on the cashmere carpet by the bed, now unsuitable to wear.

Clara slipped on slippers, got a clean set of loungewear from the wardrobe, and changed as she looked at her phone while heading to the bathroom.

When she opened her phone, Clara saw many unread messages on WhatsApp.

She first clicked on the conversation with the pinned contact "Hubby."

[Made you breakfast, put it in the fridge. Heat it in the microwave when you wake up.]

[I’m in a meeting.]

[Just finished the meeting, have you woken up?]

[Still not up? Remember to eat breakfast when you wake.]

[Miss you.]

...

Silas Sheffield sent a message every ten minutes or so, seeming very clingy.

Clara smiled, her heart sweet as if sprinkled with sugar.

Who would have thought the cool and distant-looking CEO would have such a clingy side?

Clara brushed her teeth with her right hand, typing a reply to Silas Sheffield with her left.

[I’m up.]

Silas replied almost instantly.

[Remember to obediently eat.]

Clara chuckled, she wasn’t a child, did she really need a reminder to eat?

[Okay, I’ll do it after freshening up.]

Silas Sheffield: [I’m a bit busy here, won’t be back for lunch. I’ll order you something.]

Clara: [No need, I’m meeting a classmate, going out to eat later.]

It was already June 16th, and the graduation defense was on June 30th, leaving half a month.

Clara’s thesis had already passed review, just waiting for the defense at month’s end.

Until then, she’d be staying in Crestwood.

After eating breakfast at home, Clara applied light makeup and changed her outfit.

A light purple knee-length dress with white leather shoes, her long hair draped over her shoulders, looking youthful, sweet, and pure.

The family’s driver took her to the mall where she had agreed to meet her classmates.

The restaurant was on the fourth floor of the mall.

Just as she stepped out of the elevator, she heard a hauntingly familiar voice, "Clara."