Chapter 83: She Claimed a Headache and Moved into the Guest Room Alone

That night, she claimed a headache and moved into the guest room alone.

One more second in his presence, and she might have vomited in front of Grant Holloway.

Outside the window, the night was thick as ink.

Cold wind rattled the glass.

Tears soaked her pillowcase.

The next morning, she went straight to Beacon Hill Medical Center for a full gynecological exam.

The results came back completely normal.

From that day on, she deliberately avoided Grant's touch.

And he remained utterly oblivious.

Of course. Too busy feasting elsewhere to care about plain congee at home.

"You disgust me," Clara Whitmore took a step back. "Stay away from me."

Grant stood frozen, his Adam's apple bobbing soundlessly.

So she'd known all along...

Raindrops suddenly thickened.

Icy wind hurled rain against their faces.

Grant stood motionless in the downpour, watching Clara's retreating figure like a statue.

Paige Lawson rushed into the rain, touching his chilled skin. "Grant! You'll get sick!"

Drenched and shivering, she spat, "She doesn't care about you! Only I—"

"Get lost." He shook off her hand.

"Then I'll stay here with you!" Paige planted herself stubbornly.

Grant ignored her, staring fixedly down the street.

Clara never looked back.

Alcohol and cold finally overwhelmed him. He collapsed face-first into the flooded pavement.

"Grant!" Paige frantically pulled him up.

After flagging down a cab, the female driver helped load his limp body inside.

Back at the mansion, Paige didn't bother changing, immediately tending to Grant—wiping him down, changing his clothes.

Their family doctor arrived overnight for IV fluids, stabilizing him by dawn.

Half-asleep, Paige heard him murmur "Clara."

His daytime dismissal—"We're done"—echoed in her ears.

She refused to accept this.

How could her carefully cultivated relationship end like this?

Paige's expression darkened.

She changed into Clara's abandoned nightgown and pressed herself against Grant's chest.

In his feverish haze, Grant caught the familiar scent—and for a moment, saw Clara's face.