Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 56: Why Are You So Flirty

She glanced sideways and met his calm expression.

Byron Lockwood continued:

"But your marriage can’t be settled so casually."

He looked at Sean Lockwood seriously.

"You now hold the lifeline of the Lockwood Family, so you must be cautious about marriage. I’ll have Auntie Heather select a few suitable families for you, listen to the arrangement."

Sean Lockwood nodded slightly: "Okay."

Auntie Heather, is The Lockwood Matriarch, Heather Lawson.

Claire Hale felt somewhat puzzled.

Could it be that Sean Lockwood isn’t the biological son of The Elder Lockwood?

Tristan Lockwood seemed to notice her thoughts and typed a few words on his phone to send to her:

The old man reminiscing about his youth, had him outside.

Claire Hale: "..."

She felt speechless, thinking the three generations of men in the Lockwood family really have each their own "features" of being trash.

However, seeing Sean Lockwood’s obedient attitude towards arranged marriages, Claire Hale thought that "hypocrite" was definitely fitting for him.

She couldn’t help but recall how he was only intimidating without any temptation on Christmas, no wonder.

So she suddenly smiled and said, "Turns out Uncle is still single, I thought he was married. I wondered why I haven’t seen Auntie with him."

Sean Lockwood’s expressionless face finally showed some change when he heard her words.

His gaze was sharp, shooting straight at her.

"Claire, why would you think that?"

Byron Lockwood looked at her with curiosity.

"Could it be that you saw something?"

"Not really," Claire Hale curled her lips, "Uncle’s age should have had several children domestically, but he is still single, which is quite strange. Grandpa, I was just making a casual remark, don’t take it seriously."

Byron Lockwood chuckled: "Okay."

The old man seemed calm and indifferent, as if he just heard it and moved on.

In fact, they all knew that the seed of doubt had been planted in Byron Lockwood’s heart.

After dinner, Claire Hale and Tristan Lockwood left the house of The Elder Lockwood.

Before getting in the car, Sean Lockwood came over, carrying a pink gift bag.

He handed the item to Tristan Lockwood: "This belongs to your wife, she left it in my car during Christmas."

He paused and added: "Keep your wife in check, causing trouble in front of Dad, what does it look like."

Claire Hale overheard and deliberately said, "Uncle, can you keep your wife in check? Causing trouble in front of your nephew, what does it look like?"

"..."

Seeing Sean Lockwood’s face turn completely dark, Claire Hale’s mood that had been low for many days instantly lifted.

Anyway, she couldn’t outplay Sean Lockwood or Tristan Lockwood with her skills.

So, occasionally indulging in some verbal banter was necessary.

Moreover, once that seed of doubt is planted in Elder Lockwood’s heart, it may not fundamentally affect anything, but at least Sean Lockwood won’t make any major moves anytime soon.

Claire Hale’s current strategy is to drag things out as long as possible.

Who knows, maybe dragging it out will make things disappear.

After getting in the car, Tristan Lockwood handed her the gift bag and asked, "What’s this?"

Claire Hale thought for a moment, then said, "Something from someone else."

"Someone else? A man?"

Claire Hale stayed silent.

Tristan Lockwood frowned: "You said you had plans on Christmas, was it with a man?"

"Why not?" Claire Hale blinked innocently at him, "You’re unwilling to divorce, and you have women outside, shouldn’t I be able to do the same and have men outside?"

"Of course not, you took my money."

Tristan Lockwood was irritated by her words, "Have you forgotten how your firm was set up?"

"I don’t want your money now."

Claire Hale said.

"Could you not find Jade Sutton?"

Tristan Lockwood glanced at her, not answering.

Claire Hale was speechless.

This Tristan Lockwood is usually such a bastard, how is he so deeply attached to Jade Sutton? Could those hundreds of letters really have such a strong appeal to him?

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and she decided to open the gift bag on her own.

However, the moment she took out half of the items, Claire Hale hastily stuffed them back in.

Tristan Lockwood noticed the change in her expression and asked, "What’s inside?"

"Nothing."

Seeing her face filled with discomfort, he didn’t press further. Once they got home, he took the chance when she entered the bathroom to peek inside the gift bag.

One glance, and Tristan Lockwood’s face turned dark as well.

"Claire Hale, did you accept this kind of gift from another man?"

Claire Hale had just left the bathroom when she saw Tristan Lockwood holding furry cat ears and a cat tail, looking as if he had just swallowed something vile.

"Why are you going through my things?"

Claire Hale snatched the cat ears and tail from him, unconsciously stroking the fur.

Though fake, the texture was really quite nice.

She casually stroked it a few more times.

Seeing her captivated, Tristan Lockwood’s face darkened further: "Do you intend to wear such things in front of that man? Claire Hale, how are you so wild?"

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Claire Hale gave him a baffled look: "The things you’ve played with before were far more extravagant than these props, how come I’ve never heard you call yourself wild then."

"No matter how much I played, I never made you wear something like this."

Claire Hale kept silent.

If she were to wear those in front of Tina Hayes and Joy Sharp, those two would definitely take photos on the spot and stir things up by posting directly to the firm’s group chat.

But this silence fell into Tristan Lockwood’s eyes as a different implication.

He frowned, looking at her uncertainly: "Do you really like wearing this?"

Claire Hale no longer bothered responding to him, took the cat ears and tail back to the bedroom, then tucked them in the closet to gather dust.

Tristan Lockwood sat on the sofa downstairs for a while, pulled out his phone, and searched for animal ear toys on a webpage.

Then, looking at the popped-up pages, he fell into a long contemplation.

The next day, Claire Hale accompanied The Lockwood Matriarch to the Central Hospital for a full physical examination.

The Lockwood Matriarch, having aged, preferred not to make a fuss, and did not let Claire Hale inform Tristan Lockwood.

"Let Tristan busy himself, if he knows I’m here, he’ll gather all the hospital experts, make a big deal out of it, which won’t mean missing any expected illnesses."

Claire Hale accompanied her through each process for the check-up.

It wasn’t until The Lockwood Matriarch went in for a CT scan that Claire Hale gave Tristan Lockwood a call.

Whether he was busy or not, Tristan Lockwood didn’t reply immediately.

Once The Lockwood Matriarch came out, Claire Hale didn’t look at her phone anymore.

After the examination, The Lockwood Matriarch asked, "Where’s Tristan’s department?"

Claire Hale: "Third floor."

"Take me to see him."

It was noon, so the department wasn’t too busy; several little nurses were chatting casually at the nurse’s station.

"Hey, did you hear? Dr. Zhao from the Cardiology department asked Dr. Lockwood out for a meal this morning!"

"No way, isn’t Dr. Zhao famously known as an ice queen here at the hospital? Can she actually ask a man out for a meal?"

"Can ordinary men compare with Dr. Lockwood?"

"So, did Dr. Lockwood agree to Dr. Zhao?"

"Of course not, Dr. Lockwood has a girlfriend, and he’s really devoted to her. A while back, his girlfriend was hospitalized, Dr. Lockwood ran to her ward every day, did everything himself, afraid she’d suffer any grievance."

Claire Hale, holding The Lockwood Matriarch’s hand, just reached the third floor surgery department and heard such a conversation.