Chapter 906

Fortunately, Seth was well-behaved. He spent most of the day just staring at her, occasionally drifting off to sleep.

That near-kiss in the morning became their unspoken secret.

Honestly, Seth had a million questions he was dying to ask her.

Like, why did she ditch Dylan Wilder and choose him?

He had been so sure she was going to pick Dylan.

He had even braced himself for the heartbreak.

But he didn't dare ask.

He wanted the answer.

But he was terrified of it.

So he played the coward.

Whatever her reasons were, at least she was sitting right here beside him.

...

Claire had quite literally fled the city overnight.

She tagged along with Jennifer to Silvershore City.

Playing the gracious host, Jennifer took her out to experience the local nightlife.

After taking in the sights, Claire gave a highly objective review.

"You weren't kidding. The escorts in Silvershore City are definitely an upgrade from Rivercrest."

Not only were they gorgeous, but they were smooth-talkers. They kept calling her "sweetheart" and "gorgeous," melting the room with their charm.

These men were sharp. After overhearing bits of her and Jennifer's conversation, they realized Claire was going through a divorce. They immediately swarmed her with sympathetic flattery.

"Who in their right mind would divorce a woman as stunning as you? The guy must be blind."

"If I had a wife this gorgeous, I'd worship the ground you walk on. I'd never let you suffer a day in your life."

Claire clicked her tongue.

The emotional validation was off the charts. No wonder men always said the grass was greener on the other side.

Right now, she was thoroughly enjoying the wild grass.

"Divorce is exactly like quitting a job," Jennifer drawled over her cocktail. "Either the pay isn't enough, or the ride just isn't fun anymore."

Well... to be fair...

Felix was actually incredible in bed.

But Claire figured her sample size was simply too small to make a fair comparison. So she kept her mouth shut.

Despite the escorts serving top-tier emotional support, Claire had zero desire to take any of them to a hotel room.

Jennifer laughed and called her all talk.

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Refusing to back down, Claire defended herself. "I just haven't found a guy who catches my ever if I spot the right one, trust me, Udrag him to bed."

Jennifer clearly didn't buy a word of it.

The two women partied the night away, finally calling it quits past midnight.

Claire stumbled toward the exit, thoroughly buzzed.

Jennifer wasn't doing much better, but she had a handsome male assistant there to prop her up.

According to Jennifer's golden rules

Always bring a man when you drink.

If you get wasted, he drives you home If you just get tipsy, he helps regulate your hormones content

In that moment, Claire was genuinely jealous of her friend.

"Hey, the guy up ahead isn't bad," Jennifer slurred, leaning heavily on her assistant while pointing a manicured finger. "That body is top-tier."

Claire followed her gaze and spotted a man standing near the exit with God-tier proportions.

Because it was sweltering inside the club, he had taken off his jacket and draped it over his forearm.

He was left in a tight, black, mock-neck shirt.

It showcased every line of his physique perfectly.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist.

It was the perfect V-taper!

Claire practically drooled.

She remembered reading an online thread once that claimed a tight black turtleneck

was the most slutty, irresistible piece of clothing a man could wear.

It was absolutely true.

Feeling uncharacteristically bold, she shouted across the room.

"Hey, handsome! Wanna get out of here with me?"

The man, who had been on his phone, froze.

But he didn't turn around.

Assuming he was playing hard to get, Claire doubled down. "Come on, you've got thirty thousand days on this earth! What's the big deal with spending two of them in any bed? I'm paying!"

At that exact sentence, the man finally turned around.

Claire's flirtatious smirk instantly morphed into sheer, unadulterated horror.