Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 141: Follow Me

Claire followed behind him, absent-mindedly sorting through her emotions. Since The Lockwood Matriarch intended to send her away and didn’t want her to know about her illness, she could only cooperate and pretend not to know.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Sean Lockwood stopping, and her forehead bumped against his hard back, snapping her back to reality.

Looking up, she saw Tristan Lockwood standing opposite Sean.

His gaze skimmed across her face without lingering, finally resting on Sean as he said, "Auntie Heather has already rested. If you want to see her, you can come back tomorrow."

Sean didn’t insist on visiting; he merely glanced at the medicine in Claire’s hand.

Tristan: "Give me the medicine."

He extended his hand to her, and Claire, without any emotion, handed it over, their fingertips briefly touching before quickly separating.

After Tristan took the medicine, he turned and walked away.

At that moment, Claire felt utterly downhearted. Since The Lockwood Matriarch had already rested, there was no need for her to stay, so she said to Sean, "President Lockwood, I’ll be leaving now, too."

As she was about to step away, Sean calmly said, "Together."

Claire paused, not understanding what he meant by "together."

Sean: "It’s late. It’s not safe for you to go home alone. I’ll take you."

She was a bit surprised but habitually replied, "No need to trouble you."

"It’s no trouble."

As Sean spoke, he was already at the car, opening the passenger door, indicating for her to get in.

The way he did it left her no room to refuse.

Claire couldn’t resist and got into the car, sending her home address to him.

Sean glanced at the location but said nothing, starting the car directly.

But after not driving far, Claire realized that the direction wasn’t towards her home.

"Did President Lockwood take the wrong road?" Claire gently reminded him.

"I didn’t." Sean was confident, not allowing her to question him.

Claire moved her lips, intending to correct his route, but Sean’s phone rang at that moment.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, put on the Bluetooth headset, and answered the phone.

Claire slightly turned her head, and Sean’s rugged and handsome profile appeared remarkably deep and perfect in the dim light inside the car.

His lake-blue suit jacket was casually thrown in the back seat, while the cuff of his white shirt was rolled up to the elbow, displaying smooth forearm lines, his wheat-colored skin adding a masculine allure.

Sean’s call lasted quite a while and was business-related, mostly about large model investments, with some technical terminology involved.

His voice was calm, possessing a soothing magic. Although Claire couldn’t understand much, she inexplicably listened intently to his conversation.

Apparently, there was something unclear to the other party, but Sean patiently explained a few more sentences. From his choice of words, Claire realized that his understanding of the large model field was far more than superficial.

When he hung up, Claire couldn’t help but say, "President Lockwood, your technical knowledge of large models seems not to be limited to a businessman’s understanding—it sounds like expertise."

Sean glanced at her, raising an eyebrow: "During those years abroad, I had a team for developing large models."

She understood but didn’t pursue the matter further.

Instead, Sean queried, "Is your curiosity ending here?"

Claire politely smiled and said, "You mentioned it as a past endeavor. If the teamwork went smoothly, I think President Lockwood wouldn’t keep seeking collaborations after returning home, would you?"

Given Sean’s abilities, if he once had an exceptionally talented team, its nonexistence must be a significant blow to him.

She naturally had no reason to probe into someone else’s pain.

Sean smirked subtly, saying nothing in response.

If Claire pursued it further, he indeed wouldn’t say more.

However, her restraint matched well with his interpersonal communication style.

Thus, he said, "Our team received high industry recognition for the large model we developed, and we secured numerous investments. Unfortunately, during its official launch, competitors beat us to it."

Sean spoke lightly, without any emotional fluctuation.

But Claire knew the lost efforts were likely immeasurable.

During the conversation, the car stopped.

Claire looked out the window; Sean’s car had stopped outside a hotel.

Sean: "Get out."

Claire hesitated.

Sean didn’t say much else. He unbuckled and exited the car, circling to the passenger side to open the door for her.

His demeanor was gentlemanly and appropriate, yet it was always a stance that left no room for refusal.

Claire sighed, asking, "President Lockwood, what’s this about?"

"Follow me."

The hem of his suit jacket traced an elegant arc in the wind; Sean gestured for her to follow.

As Claire walked into the hotel, observing the surroundings, she suddenly remembered this was the hotel where she was threatened by Sean in a luxury suite last Christmas.

Sure enough, Sean stopped outside that suite. After unlocking the door, he turned around and glanced at her.

His intention for her to come in was quite clear.

Claire paused, stood where she was, and said distantly, "President Lockwood, I’m afraid it’s inappropriate for me to be alone with you in a room."

Sean raised an eyebrow as if recalling something, saying, "Last time, you said the same to me. But last time, you and I were both married people. I could understand your words then; what’s the reason this time?"

Claire: "President Lockwood, you also mentioned that we’re now alone together. It’s indeed inappropriate for me to follow you in."

This time, her stance on not wanting to go in was quite resolute.

After all, the scene of Sean threatening her inside was still vivid in Claire’s mind—she wasn’t likely to forget the pain easily.

She smiled at him, a smile befittingly distant.

As the smile faded, Claire turned and walked away.

"Stay."

Sean’s calm voice echoed from behind.

His deep voice always possessed an inherently irresistible magic.

If it were someone else saying these three words, they would sound coaxing.

Yet, spoken by Sean, they became a command.

Claire instinctively halted.

While internally berating herself for lacking resolve, she ultimately turned to face him.

At that moment, Sean was already stepping into the room, exuding inherent confidence, convinced she would turn back.

When Claire followed him in, Sean was retrieving a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

She paused slightly and asked, "President Lockwood doesn’t want me to pour wine for you again, does he?"

After pouring wine, wouldn’t it then be her turn to be threatened.

Sean lifted his gaze and noticed the evident wariness in her eyes, smirking, "Today, I’ll do it."

Claire was stunned.