Chapter 94: Chapter 93: Seventh Sister’s Confession, an Underdeveloped Brain
"Claire."
Julian Sia’s deep voice resonated inside the car as he picked up a small box from the side and handed it over.
Claire Green’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. As she opened her eyes, she immediately saw an extremely expensive sweets box in front of her, making a soft sound of acknowledgment as she turned her head to look.
Meeting the profound gaze in the girl’s eyes, Julian Sia coughed awkwardly, "I bought it on the road; you’ll probably like it since it’s full sugar."
Hearing this,
Claire chuckled lightly twice; her brother’s lie was really clumsy. If not pre-ordered, these sweets couldn’t be simply bought.
"Thank you."
Claire slowly forked a small piece into her mouth. The sweet taste spread inside her mouth, easing some inner irritation.
Julian Sia’s eyes carried a hint of indulgence, even he wasn’t aware of. Silently watching the girl, a slow curve formed at the corner of his mouth.
Feeling his intense gaze, Claire paused for a moment with the fork in hand and casually looked up, "Brother, your gaze... could it be that you want some too?"
Julian Sia was stunned for two seconds, a low chuckle bubbling from his throat, finding Claire indeed charming.
He raised a hand to gently rub Claire’s head, smiling slightly, teasingly, "So, is Claire going to give me a bite?"
Upon hearing this, Claire laughed softly, "Since you bought it on the road, why don’t you just buy another one?"
The implied meaning: Didn’t you say you bought it on the road? If you want to eat, go get another one yourself.
Julian Sia paused, bursting into helpless laughter, "Little heartless, feeling better now?"
Claire’s eyes twinkled as she pressed her lips, looking at the sweets in hand, a sudden warmth filled her heart.
Turns out, even the Sia Manor’s head knows how to coax in a roundabout way.
"Didn’t you like Benjamin Green, that brat, formerly?" Julian Sia noticed the curve at her lips, feigning indifference as he asked softly.
The question was rather gentle.
Claire raised an eyebrow, her red lips clicked, "I like brother more, don’t I?"
Her gaze towards the man was straightforward and bold, with a playful glint at the corners of her eyes, both rogue and mischievous.
Julian Sia’s gaze locked for a few seconds, his Adam’s apple rolling, his originally deep voice turning husky and inviting.
"Can I take that as a confession, Claire?"
"What does brother think?"
Suddenly, a bump in the road jolted the car, Charles Jordan, sitting in the driver’s seat, was dumbfounded, feeling particularly unsettled.
Is this something I should be listening to?
Why was he made to hear such a conversation?
As expected.
The next second, a cold, displeased voice from the man sounded.
"Had enough, if you can’t drive, let Jacob take over."
Charles Jordan’s hand trembled on the steering wheel. About to cry, he spoke, "Young Master Sia, rest assured, I didn’t hear anything. Please continue with Miss Green."
Having said that, he thought again, "I guarantee this won’t happen again. Just let Jacob stay where he is."
Julian Sia’s deep eyes showed a hint of a cold smile. Before he could speak, Charles hastened to raise the partition.
In the end.
He patted his chest, exhaling a long breath.
Claire glanced at the man’s expression, chuckling softly, "Brother really scared Charles."
"His courage isn’t that small," Julian Sia scoffed.
"Tsk."
Claire placed the unfinished sweets aside, subsequently looking at the man with a lazy gaze, "Does brother still want to know why?"
Julian Sia understood the meaning in her words immediately, casually replied, "If Claire wants to say, I’ll listen; if not, that’s fine too."
"Didn’t expect brother to have such a side."
To this, Julian Sia just gave her a deep look, silently, but in his eyes the indulgence flickered.
I act like this because that person is you.
That’s why I don’t dig deeper, don’t investigate, I’m waiting for the day you’ll tell me voluntarily.
Looking into his profound pupils, Claire understood everything in a second.
She curved her lips, softly uttered a few words, "Wait until I’m ready."
Then I’ll tell you everything.
The rest she didn’t say out loud, but Julian Sia suddenly smiled, "Alright."
...
"Oh, just a ride back, and the little master seems to be in a good mood."
As soon as she got out of the car, Mason Quinn saw Claire, who looked calm, and teased.
His gaze swirling with gossip between the two of them.
"I don’t have offspring with underdeveloped brains."
Claire replied nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at him, walking right past.
Mason: "..."
What was that?
Is she saying he’s dumb with underdeveloped brains?
George Xyler, seeing his bewildered expression, patted his shoulder sympathetically, his words brimming with schadenfreude.
"Why would you ever think it’s a good idea to approach her, see now, Quinn heir has an underdeveloped brain."
Mason slapped his hand away, "You’re just full of sarcastic remarks."
George shrugged, a smile coloring his eyes.
The group made their way to the living room, Claire not pausing a bit, heading straight upstairs.
Benjamin Green glanced at the group of men, not hesitating to eagerly follow her.
He wasn’t interested in hearing their conversation.
Once only the four of them were left in the living room, the atmosphere quickly turned heavy.
After a moment.
Mason couldn’t sit still first, looking to the side, asked, "How long is Caleb staying this time?"
As soon as the words were out,
Julian Sia’s indifferent gaze also fell on him.
Caleb Green met his gaze, slightly dazed, recovering the next second to seriously reply, "Not sure, it depends on when Miss Green answers my curiosity."
"What curiosity could you possibly have to ask her," Mason was immensely curious.
"About my sister."
A sentence concise yet clear, shocking both Mason and George.
What does Caleb mean?
Is he suspecting Claire’s relation to his sister?
Facing their expressions, Caleb wasn’t surprised. He said slowly, "I’ve sent someone to the orphanage, but some things must be asked directly from Miss Green."
Julian Sia’s gaze was deep and cold, his tone full of warning, "Don’t disturb her."
Upon hearing this, Caleb gave a bitter laugh, this protection from King is really excessive.
At this moment,
Mason suddenly exclaimed, "No wonder when I first saw Claire, she looked a bit familiar, so that’s it."
His words instantly drew everyone’s attention.
George looked at him, his expression serious, "What do you mean, I don’t recall you saying she looked familiar."
"I thought it in my mind, of course you wouldn’t know." Mason stared, "Don’t you think her brows and eyes resemble that brat’s?"
Reminded by him, George immediately started pondering, recalling Claire and Benjamin’s faces, comparing, he was stunned by the result.
Indeed, as Mason said, their brows and eyes were remarkably similar.
Julian Sia’s gaze was obscure, emotions in his eyes providing no clue.
No matter if Claire is related or not, with her current attitude, Caleb might be disappointed this time.
Caleb muttered, "I noticed when I first met her, which is why when I saw her in M Country, I was eager to ask, but then."
Even without him saying, Mason and the others understood.
Seeing her at the airport, Claire’s whole aura was icy, evidently not in a pleasant state.
Even the usually talkative Mason didn’t know how to start; after a few seconds of silence, he spoke tactfully.
"Perhaps we’re mistaken, didn’t you send someone to check, let’s wait for the results first!"