"Come, everyone, sit down. The chef made a lot of dishes tonight. Claire, I heard you like Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, so I specially asked someone to make some." Old Master Quinn was very enthusiastic, treating Claire Shaw completely like his daughter-in-law. But Hugo Quinn’s face was getting darker, because his seat was arranged next to Claire Shaw’s. "Hugo, come over and sit." Claire Shaw said with a smile, putting a meatball into his bowl. Hugo Quinn felt very uncomfortable, even somewhat irritated inside. He initially wanted to give Old Master Quinn face and not make things too ugly, but everyone clearly treated him like a pushover, thinking that he would compromise, follow their wishes, and marry Claire Shaw. "Grandpa Ford, I’m happy you came for dinner tonight, please sit down." He opened his mouth willingly, sitting in his place, not eating the food Claire Shaw offered, but speaking on his own behalf. "I can’t delay too long, Eleanor is still at home and she’s sick. I’m worried." His words immediately cooled down the atmosphere. Old Master Quinn’s face turned purple in an instant, clutching his chopsticks tightly. He growled, almost dying from anger, because Grandpa Ford had come over, yet Hugo dared mention Eleanor Hollis! Grandpa Ford’s face indeed looked unpleasant. He had heard from Claire Shaw before that Hugo Quinn is currently with a divorced woman. Initially thinking it was just for fun, he didn’t expect Hugo to be serious, not forgetting to mention her even at such a time. "Hugo, no matter how good that woman is, she’s still divorced. You’ll realize it in the future; now you’re just confused and unable to see clearly." Grandpa Ford spoke, trying to ease the tension. But Hugo Quinn did not cooperate; instead, he continued, "I think I see very clearly. Eleanor is wonderful. In the future, I’ll marry her. Marcus also really likes her." The atmosphere finally became completely cold. His words reached a point of no return. Claire Shaw’s face stiffened, and suddenly she looked up at him coldly. "Are you really deciding to be with her for a lifetime? Hugo! Do you think it’s fair to me?! I’ve waited for your divorce with difficulty, and now you want to marry another woman!" She was angry, resentful! Hugo Quinn raised his eyebrows; her words were indeed interesting. He had never made any promise to Claire Shaw, so why should he be with her? And judging by her words, it seemed that if he didn’t stay with her, he’d become a scumbag! Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Claire Shaw, I have no obligation to be responsible for you. You’re not anyone special to me." His words were clear and forthright, like a sharp blade piercing into Claire Shaw’s heart. Claire Shaw’s hand trembled, and the bowl finally slipped from her hand and rolled several times on the ground. Grandpa Ford, seeing his granddaughter suffering, furiously slapped the table. "Claire, I don’t think we need to continue this meal; let’s go home quickly." Yet Claire Shaw just looked at Hugo Quinn, suddenly closed her eyes, and grabbed Grandpa Ford. "Grandpa, although I have no outcome with him, your friendship with Grandpa Quinn is here. Don’t let us juniors affect your relationship." Old Master Quinn, hearing her words, instantly felt this child was excellent; why does Hugo insist on not approving of her? "Hugo, I will never agree to your affair with Eleanor Hollis! Unless these old bones can’t hang on and die first!" He made his stance clear, his face gloomy beyond compare. Claire Shaw’s eyes flashed a hint of pleasure; she didn’t believe Hugo Quinn could push Old Master Quinn to his death for Eleanor Hollis. The two of them in a relationship are destined not to be happy, and Hugo will eventually find it tiring. Grandpa Ford also sat down, although his face still looked unpleasant, his heart felt better for Old Master Quinn’s stance. "Hugo, let’s drink. Let’s forget what happened earlier. If you can really go all the way with Eleanor Hollis, I bless you, but if you ever feel tired, I’m always waiting for you." She picked up a glass of wine, smiling as she spoke. Hugo Quinn took it, thinking she was ready to let go, without suspecting anything else, drank the wine. Claire Shaw’s eyes flickered, she had added something to the wine, and after tonight passes, his relationship with Eleanor Hollis would become a thing of the past. Next, everyone pretended to be amicable, acting as though the earlier incident hadn’t happened. After drinking, Hugo Quinn felt dizzy and turned around to go upstairs. Eleanor Hollis took the hangover pills handed over by the chef and smiled at the two elder gentlemen. "He seems drunk, let me take the hangover pills upstairs. Grandpa, wait for me." With that, she followed Hugo Quinn up the stairs. The two grandpas exchanged looks and finally laughed. Claire Shaw really loves Hugo Quinn, and how wonderful it would be if the two could truly be together. Meanwhile, upstairs, Claire Shaw had already pushed open Hugo Quinn’s door, and seeing the man lying on the bed, she was thrilled, quickly guilty as a thief as she closed the door firmly, then slowly approached the bedside. Hugo Quinn’s consciousness was completely blurred, frowning tightly, unable to perceive anything around him. Claire Shaw approached, biting her lip, starting to take off her own clothes. Call it shameless or cheap, she was willing to sacrifice everything for her love. No matter if Hugo Quinn would blame her afterward, as long as she could be with him, it was worth it. In his daze, Hugo Quinn felt someone touching his chest, thinking it was Eleanor Hollis, he reached up and grabbed her hand. He teased indulgently, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Claire Shaw stared at him transfixed, almost losing herself in his smile. She seldom saw him smile so indulgently, making her heart melt along with it. "Hugo, I really love you, can we be together? Let’s get married; I’ll take good care of you." She extended her hand in fascination, her fingertips brushing against Hugo Quinn’s face. Hugo Quinn frowned more intensely; Eleanor Hollis never called him Hugo, who was the woman beside him? Why did he feel so sleepy? He bit his tongue hard, and just as he opened his eyes, he saw Claire Shaw’s red lips about to descend. "What are you doing?!" He tilted his head, avoiding her lips. Claire Shaw hadn’t expected him to wake so soon; wasn’t it said a man would be unconscious for at least a day? How come he woke up in just ten minutes? "Hugo, I love you, accept me, please?" She spoke with no dignity, her body still bare. Reluctantly, Hugo Quinn mustered the strength to tumble off the bed, picking up a bedside lamp, smashing it hard against his leg. Only pain could wake him up. Claire Shaw, seeing him act , jumped in fright and bent down to help him. Hugo Quinn didn’t look at her at all, calmly lowering his head. Claire Shaw’s face showed a flicker of hurt, but soon, she threw herself at him.