Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 183: Watching Her Happiness from Afar Is Enough

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Watching Her Happiness from Afar Is Enough

After Clara Sterling finished taking the group photo with her classmates and teachers, she was pulled aside by a few close friends for some solo shots.

The driver delivered a bouquet, and after Clara had taken pictures with her classmates, she also took a few with the old lady.

Once done, the old lady looked at the photos in the camera and couldn’t stop smiling, "Send them all to me. I want to have them printed into an album."

"I’ve finished taking the photos. Let Clara and Silas take a few pictures alone." The old lady handed the camera back to Sophie Sheffield with a smile, "Sophie, you take a few photos for them."

"Sure." Sophie picked up the camera, "Brother, Clara, you two stand over there, yes, right under that willow tree by the lake."

Silas Sheffield and Clara Sterling stood side by side under the weeping willow by the lake, with vibrant green lotus leaves and blooming lotus flowers behind them.

The two stood together.

The man wore a perfectly tailored custom suit, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, with long, straight legs, and gold-rimmed glasses adding a touch of sharpness to his already aloof appearance.

The girl donned a yellow-collared bachelor’s robe, her long hair smooth as silk draping over her shoulders, wearing a graduation cap with a sweet smile.

Silas Sheffield placed his arm around Clara Sterling’s shoulder, revealing the wedding ring on his ring finger.

Julian Hawthorne watched this scene from afar, forcing a bitter smile, then turned to leave, his back radiating loneliness.

Silas Sheffield looked over the crowd and saw that solitary back, curling his lips silently.

"Congratulations on your graduation, Mrs. Sheffield." The man’s deep, magnetic voice echoed in her ears.

Clara Sterling smiled gently.

The breeze carried the faint fragrance of lotus flowers.

"Click—"

The beautiful moment was frozen in time.

A record of this wonderful moment.

This summer, she graduated.

...

In the afternoon, the school held a groundbreaking ceremony for the teaching building.

As an investor, Silas Sheffield went on stage to deliver a speech.

Sitting in the audience were not only Crestwood University’s leaders but even city officials attended.

Julian Hawthorne had previously donated funds to Crestwood U, and the school also invited him this time.

He had just donated ten million, and Silas Sheffield followed by donating a building.

Julian Hawthorne could understand what Silas Sheffield meant by this.

Initially, Julian Hawthorne didn’t want to attend.

But learning that today was also the graduation day, he changed his mind.

He didn’t want to miss Clara Sterling’s graduation ceremony.

Even though he knew Silas Sheffield would be attending.

Once Silas Sheffield finished his speech, the audience erupted in applause.

Finally, Clara Sterling ascended the steps to the stage to cut the ribbon with Silas Sheffield.

Clara Sterling had already taken off her bachelor’s robe.

At this moment, she wore a black custom dress, her diamond necklace dazzling, complemented by the jade bracelet gifted by the old lady on her wrist.

Every gesture exuded the grace of a noblewoman.

In this moment, she was not just a student of Crestwood U, but also the wife of the Sheffield Group’s CEO.

The principal personally handed over the scissors.

As Clara Sterling held the scissors, Silas Sheffield’s large hand covered her hand from behind, cutting the ribbon together with her.

The man’s tall stature made Clara Sterling appear delicate and dainty beside him.

Julian Hawthorne watched the couple on stage, his gaze seemingly calm and indifferent.

But beneath the calmness lay endless loneliness.

Yet there was a subtle sense of relief.

As long as she was happy, nothing else mattered.

He knew what Silas Sheffield was doing was asserting his claim.

But it was completely unnecessary.

Because he never had any intention of taking her away.

Such an immoral thing, he could not do.

He just wanted to see her.

Watching her happiness from afar was enough.

Beyond that, he dared not wish for more.

As long as Silas Sheffield could make her happy, he would do nothing to cross the line.

But if Silas Sheffield ever bullied her or made her suffer, he would not just stand by.

...

Thea Tate was furious when she saw the news about the Sheffield couple cutting the ribbon.

Why!

Why was she scorned by the entire internet, while this bitch Clara Sterling could bask in such glory?

Why was she loathed by Silas Sheffield, while this bitch Clara Sterling could win his love?

No, it’s not fair!

She was the Tate Family’s heiress.

What was Clara Sterling?

A country bumpkin from a small town, dirt poor, how could she compete with her?

Thinking of the fact that Thomas Tate had several illegitimate children outside, and with his current disdain for her, it seemed that she would have no share in the Tate Family’s inheritance in the future.

Clara Sterling, it’s all because of you.

If it weren’t for you, Silas Sheffield wouldn’t have rejected me.

If it weren’t for you, Silas Sheffield wouldn’t have cut all ties with me.

If it weren’t for you, my scandals wouldn’t have been exposed to the public eye, and Thomas Tate wouldn’t be utterly disappointed with me.

Clara Sterling, it’s all thanks to you!

At the thought of possibly having nothing in the future, while Clara Sterling could enjoy boundless glory as the Sheffield Group’s CEO’s wife, Thea Tate was so angry she almost ground her teeth to bits.

No, she couldn’t accept it.

If Clara Sterling disappeared, everything would change!

A cold gleam flashed in Thea Tate’s eyes.

Yes.

As long as she disappeared, everything would be fine.

...

In the evening, Clara Sterling, Silas Sheffield, and Crestwood U’s leaders and the city officials had dinner together.

It was almost eleven o’clock by the time they returned to The Ripplewood Estate.

Having had a long, exhausting day, Clara Sterling lay down on the bed after showering, reluctant to move.

Silas Sheffield, on the other hand, was full of energy. After showering, he took out his laptop and quickly went back to work.

The man, dressed in loose dark gray pajamas, sat at the desk in the main bedroom, typing on the computer screen.

Clara Sterling had no idea what he was busy with and casually said, "Why not sleep first and handle the work tomorrow? You’ve had a long day too."

"There are some urgent emails I need to reply to." The man’s eyes were fixed on the computer, the lens reflecting the screen’s light, "If you’re tired, go ahead and sleep. No need to wait for me."

After speaking, Silas Sheffield paused and suddenly thought of something, turning his head to look at Clara Sterling, "Am I disturbing you? If you find it noisy, I’ll go to the study."

He wanted to be close to Clara Sterling, which is why he worked in the bedroom.

But he overlooked the fact that he might be disturbing her.

With that, Silas Sheffield picked up the laptop, preparing to head to the study.

Clara Sterling knew he misunderstood and quickly waved her hand, "No, no, it’s not noisy at all. I’m just concerned you might be too tired and hope you get some rest."

Hearing her actively show concern, a hint of a smile appeared in Silas Sheffield’s eyes.

He put down the laptop, his lips curling slightly, "Then I’ll finish up quickly and, as Mrs. Sheffield suggested, go to bed early."

Clara Sterling pressed her lips together, "Mm, you go ahead and work. I won’t disturb you."

Silas Sheffield sat back and continued handling the tasks at hand.

Clara Sterling lay on the side, watching the man’s focused expression, feeling a pinch of heartache for him.

He was only three years older than her, yet he had taken over the Sheffield Group so early, working around the clock, with barely any time to rest.