Stuck On You

"Mom!" Looking at his mother who suddenly passed out, Chason was flustered. He called the doctor in a hurry and didn't care about Claire at all.

Looking at the drama of this group of people, Claire sneered. She didn't want to stay here for another moment.

What could she do? Although Claire had always known that Gina didn't like her, she couldn't understand why Gina wanted to separate them like this since they were already legal couple.

However, for the first time, Claire felt that she was so powerless in maintaining their relationship. In the past, she thought that even if Gina opposed, she would be fearless as long as he loved her.

It was not until Rita appeared and Claire saw them standing together on the rooftop that she realized for the first time what panic was.

"Claire." She wiped her tears and was about to leave the hospital when she heard a gasping voice from behind. "Claire, listen to me. It's not like what you think."

Claire stopped but didn't turn around. The next second, she was pulled over by Chason. "Claire!"

What was the point of his useless explanation for her? She had been waiting for Chason in the villa for such a long time. Why didn't he explain anything? At first, Claire thought he lost his sense of propriety because of Gina's illness, but now it seemed that it was not the case at all.

It must be Rita who made him lose his sense of propriety and ignored her at all. "I'm not thinking about anything. It seems that you have a happy birthday." He didn't need her surprise at all, did he? There was another woman besides her.

Hearing her words, Chason was stunned. He didn't mention his birthday specially, and Claire didn't mention it recently. Now why did she suddenly talk about his birthday?

Before he could say anything, Claire had left the hospital. She took a taxi quickly and went to the seaside villa. Thinking of what she had done in the villa, she felt that she was asking for trouble.

"Miss Claire, this is Rita. May I ask you out?" Before the car arrived at the seaside villa, she received a message from Rita. Claire frowned and wondered why she had her phone number?

Although Claire didn't know why Rita asked her out, she guessed that it must have something to do with Chason. Well she wanted to come, let her come to the seaside villa. Claire told the driver the address and said, "Please hurry up." She had to clean up the villa before Rita came.

When she arrived at the villa, Frank came out of the garden and said, "Mrs. Claire, I've finished it." He sped up his work today in order to make Claire and Chason enjoy their own world.

Claire's face turned a little pale. She took a Look at the room which was especially beautiful decorated by herself, it was full of birthday atmosphere, warm and romantic. She smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Thank you, Frank. Mr. Chason won't come."

After saying that, regardless of the astonishment on Frank's face, she quickly restored the room that she had worked hard for the whole day to its original state. Balloons, colorful ribbons, and small strings of lights were thrown on the ground, making the room a mess. Frank's eyes widened. He could tell that Claire was in a bad mood, so he didn't ask much. He shook his head and left.

Claire was left alone in the big villa. Looking at the sea outside the window, she couldn't feel any pleasure. Not long ago, they had held a wedding ceremony near the villa, and Chason even had said that this was their wedding room. And now she didn't know why she had to meet Rita in this house. Was this fate?

Not long after, Rita arrived. Rita changed her clothes, wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of red lips. Wearing a pair of high heels, she looked imposing and she greeted, "Hello, Miss Claire." She didn't call her Mrs. Claire.

"Is this villa designed by Chason?" Rita put down her bag and looked at the bright yellow sofa with surprise in her eyes.

The way she called him was intimate. Claire sneered, "Yes, this villa is our wedding room. Why? Do you think we need to improve?" Claire paused and asked slowly, "What would you like to drink?"

"Do you have coffee?" Rita looked around the villa. The layout of this house was not what she wanted. Compared with this kind of warm decoration, she preferred the simple grey decoration. It seemed that after he left her, he had changed a lot. His taste had changed. "Since it was designed by him, of course it's good."

Claire nodded. Although they didn't live here often, Chason had left a lot of things here. In his words, he could come here as he liked. Claire made a cup of coffee. She didn't like drinking coffee very much. In the past, she had no choice but to drink coffee when she worked overtime, which was instant coffee. Then, because of Chason, she specially learned some skills of making coffee, which made her look a little professional.

A trace of surprise flashed through Rita's eyes. "I didn't expect you to be so good at making coffee. Do you also like drinking coffee, Miss Claire?"

"No." After a pause, she deliberately emphasized, "He likes it very much, so learned a little from him."

Rita understood what she meant. She took a sip of coffee and gently smiled, "That's right. He was influenced by me about coffee. The first time I gave it to him at that time. He said I was bitter and didn't like it. "

There were indeed many memories between them. Bitterness spilled over Claire's heart. She was his real wife, but all the promises he had made seemed to be inferior to the long-lasting and heavy memories between them.

"What do you want to say to me? Just say it." Claire stopped what she was doing and said lightly.

The scent of coffee spread all over the living room. Rita gently smoothed her hair and said, "Miss Claire, I guess you haven't known him for a long time? Did he ever mention me to you?"