Chapter one hundred and seventy-one: she was back

"Claire don't do this," Claire kept hearing in her head. While driving and she could notice that someone was following her.

"Was Bruce already suspecting her and had sent someone to monitor her? Or was he doing this to make sure she was safe?

She heaved a sigh of frustration.

Was her mother right after all? Bruce gave her anything she wanted and he is beginning to accept her.

Her throat turned dry as she thought of the word.

He accepted her.

He loved her.

They were two different sentences and can never mean the same thing.

She had to pull over at a spa centre, hoping that it will stop whoever was following her from doing so.

When she made sure the coast was clear, she visited Bryan again.

So, here she was again, face to face with the son of a gun.

"Why are you late? Again," Bryan snared.

"I was followed and if I had not gotten lucky, I would not have noticed. We would have been screwed up," Claire replied sternly. Her voice was raspy. She was trying her best to keep her voice low and