Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 147: Old Lu’s Reaction Is Kind of Off

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Old Lu’s Reaction Is Kind of Off

Sean’s voice carried a piercing gentleness.

So gentle that Claire could determine in that moment, Sean must be desperately in love with this woman named Nina.

"I’m not Nina."

Claire calmly pushed away Sean’s arm that was embracing her.

Her words seemed to bring Sean back to his senses a bit, as he rubbed his brow, looking somewhat annoyed: "Sorry."

"Would you like me to call a driver for you?"

She, too, had been drinking, so naturally, she couldn’t drive him home.

Sean responded with a faint affirmative, his previously dazed eyes now clear and focused.

His shirt had two buttons undone, revealing his collarbones; he casually grabbed the navy jacket draped over the chair and headed toward the door.

Seeing his steps were somewhat unsteady, Claire followed him, discreetly supporting his arm as they walked together out of the private room.

Today, she wore a silk shirt with a good draping effect, also white, paired with black casual pants.

Walking alongside Sean, who was also in black pants and a white shirt, they inevitably created a striking scene.

Handsome man, beautiful woman—no one could resist taking a second glance.

"If I’m not mistaken, isn’t that my sister-in-law?"

Nathan was dumbfounded, watching Claire and Sean walk out affectionately from another private room and exit the restaurant.

He looked toward Tristan next to him, who was expressionless, but his eyes were icy, cold as ice.

"No wonder no matter how we invite my sister-in-law, she is unwilling to join us. Turns out she had other plans."

Nathan spoke these words almost impulsively.

He didn’t mean anything by it; he just thought seeing Claire and Sean together felt intriguing.

After all, even though Sean was also part of the Lockwood Family, he had been abroad for years, and his relationship with the family wasn’t particularly close.

Before Sean returned to the country, it was implicitly understood in their circle that all the family’s assets would eventually belong to Tristan.

Yet, ever since Sean took over the Lockwood Family business, he successfully transitioned the family from the declining real estate industry to large-scale model technology. Now, his influence over the entire Lockwood Group was no less than Byron Lockwood’s.

As soon as Nathan said this, he felt the air around him drop to below freezing, with Tristan standing like an iceberg at the private room door, staring steadily at Claire and Sean’s figures leaving the restaurant.

Jenson also witnessed this scene, his expression somewhat complex. He asked Tristan, "Since when did Claire and your uncle have such a good relationship?"

Tristan said nothing, but his face was dark and unsightly.

Nathan pointed to the private room, "Should we still eat the cake?"

"Why not?"

Tristan turned around and returned to the private room without any expression.

Nathan walked over to Jenson and whispered, "Tristan’s reaction isn’t quite right."

Jenson, whose heart was also unsettled, absentmindedly said, "What do you mean by not right?"

"Isn’t he completely over my sister-in-law... Claire? Why does he still look like he’s been cuckolded?"

The more Nathan pondered, the more he found it odd. He leaned closer to Jenson, nudging his shoulder.

"Moreover, Claire only parted ways with him less than a month ago. You mentioned this time, Tristan was the scumbag, and she’s torn but couldn’t let go, yet he forcefully dumped her. But Claire’s expression looks like she’s just been released from prison, and she seems incredibly relieved."

Jenson was slightly stunned, giving Nathan a meaningful look: "I only discovered today that you actually have this talent?"

Nathan exclaimed in delight, "I guessed right?!"

"No."

Jenson slowly said.

"I just meant to say, you’re quite good at adding drama to others’ lives. Thinking of changing careers to be a director? Even soap operas can’t match your storytelling skills."

"..." Nathan was rather indignant, "Jenson, weren’t you once a fan of their couple? What’s going on now? Are you planning to withdraw your support and criticize them?"

"Yes."

Thinking of the day Claire called, begging to see Tristan, and Tristan’s indifferent demeanor, Jenson couldn’t help but feel annoyed.

"For Claire to forget Tristan so quickly, I absolutely support her. Tristan isn’t worth her love anymore."

After he finished speaking, he noticed Nathan suddenly dazed, gazing over his shoulder.

Jenson turned around, only to see Tristan had already put on his coat again, standing at the private room door.

Looking at that icy expression, he must have heard everything Jenson and Nathan said.

"Tristan..."

"I’m heading out."

Tristan moved swiftly past the two, heading straight for the restaurant’s entrance.

Nathan glanced into the private room, at the cake with candles unblown, exchanging bewildered looks with Jenson.

...

After helping Sean out of the restaurant, Claire got him into a car to wait for his driver.

Sean sat in the back seat, resting with his eyes closed, not saying a word.

Until the driver arrived.

He opened his eyes, and when his gaze fell on Claire, it lacked its usual calm, replaced by a coldness she had never seen before.

Claire was taken aback.

This icy, distant gaze was exactly like Tristan’s.

The Lockwood Family’s harshness was indeed inherited.

Without even speaking, Claire could guess this person was planning to send her away.

"You can come back to get your car tomorrow."

As expected.

The intention was clear; he didn’t want to see her again today.

Without waiting for her response, he rolled up the window and drove off.

The driver observed through the rearview mirror until Claire’s figure vanished, then cautiously spoke to Sean, "President Lockwood, Miss Hale was taking care of you just now. Leaving her like that, isn’t it a bit inappropriate?"

Sean lifted his eyelids to look at him, his eyes indifferent.

The driver quickly fell silent, not daring to speak.

The car was filled with the scent of cedar, calm yet carrying a slightly cooler edge than usual.

After a long while, Sean spoke again: "Turn around ahead."

Claire didn’t care much about Sean leaving her outside the restaurant just like that.

The Lockwood people’s moods were unpredictable; indifference was their norm.

Instead, it was during the drinking in the private room that she found Sean unusually alarming.

Such a steady and mature man nearly lost composure just after a few drinks.

It shows how important that Nina was to Sean.

At this moment, a thought suddenly emerged in Claire’s mind, that perhaps Nina was not only Sean’s sweetheart but also had some connection with Jared.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt her intuition was spot on. So she hailed a taxi, destination: the cemetery from earlier that day.

However, this midnight trip to a cemetery was indeed rather bizarre.

She sent out the order, but no one dared to accept it.

After waiting for ages, she could only cancel the order and postpone the visit.

She changed the destination to her own home, about to call for a cab again when she glanced up to see Tristan standing across the street, looking at her coldly.