Now that things had come to this, it was time to rethink.
Quavon knew that he underestimated Nicole. He also underestimated Clayton.
He turned around coldly and left.
Nicole's men did not stop him.
Seeing Quavon enter the hoarding gate, Nicole turned her head. "Why are you..."
Before Nicole could finish speaking, Clayton’s hand suddenly rested on her shoulder. When he got close, she smelled the warm and familiar faint fragrance of his body.
His warm lips gently landed on her forehead, and Nicole felt as if she was electrocuted. Her heart trembled violently.
Her heart, which had cooled these days, suddenly thumped and warmed up.
Her expression subconsciously softened.
However, the next second, the airport announced for the flight attendants to board the plane.
Clayton let go of her and looked at her with a deep gaze.
"I’m going to take this flight back to Liberty. I'll talk to
you when I get back.”
Nicole looked at him in shock.
"So sudden?"
Clayton nodded. The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he looked at her.
"I can't keep letting you live in danger where you can’t go out. I'll get this matter resolved. Don’t worry, everything will be fine from now on."
Nicole frowned slightly. There seemed to be something off with his words.
She reached out and took his hand. "I don't understand. What’s the use of you going back? The Sloan family knows about our relationship and won’t side with you. You’ll be in danger instead."
Clayton smiled and reached out to stroke her hair.
The two of them exchanged emotions in their eyes as i f no one was watching. From a third-party perspective, they looked like they had strong feelings for each other.
For example, Autumn's eyes were red, but she could not insert her presence anywhere.
They were acting as if they were at their home with no one else around.
They were intimate and firm.
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