A Night of Desire

Chapter 245 - 242: He Specially Made the Porridge for Her

Ignoring the throbbing in her head, she immediately jumped out of bed.

How could she be sleeping in the bed Seth Quinn had once shared with another woman? ’Absolutely not!’

She knew it had been a long time ago, and the sheets and duvet cover had probably been changed countless times, but deep down, she still couldn’t accept it.

It wasn’t that she thought it was dirty, exactly. After all, they had been a normal couple, and they had even been on the verge of getting married.

It wasn’t like it was some random woman Seth had picked up off the street, but her stomach still churned uncontrollably. She fought hard to suppress the wave of nausea.

But after she jumped out of bed, Clara Grant realized she was once again wearing that sexy nightgown from the day before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who had changed her clothes.

She and Seth Quinn were the only ones in the apartment. Who else could it have been?

Luckily, Seth wasn’t here right now, or she would have shrieked.

Unfortunately, her relief was short-lived. She heard Seth’s anxious voice call from outside, "Clara, what’s wrong?"

His call was accompanied by the sound of frantic footsteps.

Clara glanced at the doorway and saw that the door had been left wide open. She could clearly hear Seth already upstairs, running in her direction.

In a panic, Clara scrambled back onto the bed and pulled the blanket over her body.

A moment later, Seth appeared in the doorway, an anxious expression on his face. He strode to the bedside. "Clara, are you feeling unwell?"

As he spoke, he leaned over to check her face.

Seeing his worried expression and hearing the tension in his voice, Clara froze for a moment. ’He’s genuinely worried about me, isn’t he? He wouldn’t be this anxious otherwise, would he?’

"Clara, do you have a headache? Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?" Seth’s voice continued, pulling her from her thoughts.

Clara lowered her gaze, blinking to hide the fact that she had zoned out. But her eyes inadvertently fell on the object in his right hand, and she froze completely.

Seth noticed she wasn’t answering his questions, just staring at his right hand. He subconsciously followed her gaze. The moment he saw what he was holding, his expression became awkward.

When he heard her cry out, he’d been so focused on rushing upstairs to check on her that he’d forgotten he was still holding the spoon he’d been using to stir the millet porridge.

"Oh, I was downstairs making porridge. When you cried out, I panicked and forgot to put this back."

Seth tried his best to appear casual as he explained.

"Making porridge?" Clara finally reacted, her gaze shifting from the spoon to Seth’s face.

’She had no idea he knew how to make porridge.’

"Yeah, millet porridge."

He knew that eating some millet porridge the day after drinking was soothing for the stomach and would make her feel better, so he had gone to the supermarket first thing in the morning to buy some.

But while he knew millet porridge was soothing, he had no idea how to actually make it.

So he had even called home to ask the housekeeper for instructions.

He’d asked whether to add the water or the millet first, how much water to use, and how much millet to add. He even recorded the call so he could play it back while he followed the instructions.

He’d just thought it was about ready and was giving it a stir when he suddenly heard her cry out. In his haste to run upstairs, he hadn’t even thought to put the spoon down.

It was a good thing he’d had the foresight to leave her door open; he’d been worried he wouldn’t hear her from downstairs if she needed something.

"If you’re not feeling unwell, come downstairs and have some porridge. A bowl of millet porridge will help you feel better after drinking," Seth said when she fell silent again.

’A bowl of millet porridge will help you feel better after drinking? Does that mean... he made this porridge especially for me?’

Clara suddenly remembered what Sarah had said yesterday. ’About his fiancée, why don’t you just ask him directly? No one knows the truth better than he does.’

Suddenly, her lips parted, and she called out, "Seth Quinn..."