Chapter 70 Two of us
CHAPTER 70
Two of us.
The city was calm, but not completely. Soft lights glowed along the streets, casting reflections on polished car windows and empty sidewalks.
Trent arrived first. His car came to a slow stop at the agreed location, a secluded lounge tucked away from the usual crowd. He stepped out, adjusting his jacket slightly, his expression already hardened.
A few moments passed before another car pulled up. The sound of the door opening was soft, controlled. Heels clicked majestically to meet Trent at the other end, one thing Clara didn't miss was her dressing, even Trent couldn’t ignore it. Clara looked… striking.
She wore a fitted dress that hugged her figure effortlessly, the fabric catching the dim light in a way that made her presence impossible to overlook. Her hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, framing a face that carried both elegance and danger. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing her sharp features without softening them. She didn’t look like someone who had been left behind. She looked like someone who had moved on and thrived.
But Trent’s reaction wasn’t just surprised by her look, he felt irritated. His jaw tightened slightly as she approached, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “Of course,” he muttered under his breath. “You show up looking like that.”
Clara stopped in front of him, one brow lifting slightly at his tone. “Looking like what?”
“Like you always do,” he replied, his voice edged with something sharper. “Like nothing ever touches you.”
A faint smirk appeared on her lips. “Still observant, I see.”
He let out a short breath, shaking his head slightly. “Why do you always come back like this?” he asked suddenly, his frustration slipping through more clearly now. “Like you own the place… like you own people.”
Clara studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Interesting,” she said calmly. “I thought you were the one who called me.”
That only made his irritation deepen. “Don’t twist it.”
“I’m not,” she replied smoothly. “I’m just pointing out the obvious.”
There was a brief silence between them. Then Clara’s gaze sharpened slightly. “But let’s not pretend this is random,” she continued. “You didn’t call me just to complain about how I walk into a room.”
Trent’s expression darkened. “No,” he admitted.
“Then why?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t curious.
She wondered what came over Trent that he ordered to see her immediately. “Why are you suddenly inserting yourself into Leo’s business?”
That caught him.“I’m not inserting myself,” he said.
Clara let out a small, almost amused breath. “Please. You think I don’t notice things?”
Her eyes locked onto his. “You’ve been watching him. Interfering. And now you’re calling me.”
She took a step closer, her voice lowering slightly. “Sounds like someone’s trying to cause trouble.” she added.
Trent’s jaw clenched. “And what if I am?”
Clara didn’t flinch. “Then I’d ask why,” she replied simply. “Because last time I checked, you weren’t this interested in him.”
Trent's mood changed suddenly, he never would come this far to admit this. “They all love him,” he said suddenly.
Clara blinked slightly, not expecting that response. “What?”
“They all love him,” Trent repeated, his voice quiet but heavier. He looked away briefly, his gaze fixed somewhere distant. “It doesn’t matter where we go, what we do… it’s always him.”
Clara watched him carefully, saying nothing.
Trent let out a bitter laugh. “My father trusts him more. My mother talks about him like he’s something special. Even people outside they respect him, admire him…”
He shook his head slowly.
“And me?” he added. “I’m just there.”
The words carried more weight than he probably intended.
Clara’s expression shifted slightly; she was more attentive than ever. “And the girls?” she asked.
That made him scoff. “You already know the answer to that, they want him,” Trent admitted finally. “All of them.”
His voice dropped lower.
“Doesn’t matter what I do. Doesn’t matter how much I try, it always comes back to him.”
Clara crossed her arms slightly, her gaze steady.
“And that bothers you.”
He knew it wasn't a question. Trent looked back at her, his eyes sharper now. “It should bother anyone.”
He hesitated for a while, then his gaze shifted slightly, towards her.
“And you’re not exactly an exception.”
Clara didn’t react immediately, but something in her expression flickered and just for a second. Trent noticed, and something about that made his tone change slightly softer, but no less intense. “I can imagine it, you know,” he said.
Her brow furrowed faintly. “Imagine what?”
“You,” he replied. “With me.”
The words hung in the air.
Clara’s lips parted slightly, though she quickly regained her composure. “That’s a bold statement,” she said.
“I don’t think it’s unrealistic,” Trent countered.
Their eyes locked. The tension between them shifted, less confrontational, more complicated.
But Clara broke it first. “That’s not why you called me,” she said firmly.
She wasn’t going to let the conversation drift.
Not like that.
Trent exhaled slowly, the brief moment passing.
“No,” he admitted. “It’s not.”
Clara tilted her head slightly. “Then get to the point.”
There it was again. Trent’s expression hardened once more, his earlier vulnerability retreating behind something more controlled.
“I’m done watching him win,” he said.
Clara’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And?”
“And I’m going to change that.”
Silence followed.
Clara studied him carefully now, weighing his words, his tone, his intent. “You’re serious,” she said.
“I’ve never been more serious”.
Then, slowly, a faint smile appeared on Clara’s lips. “Dangerous,” she murmured.
“Effective,” Trent corrected.
Their gazes held. “But let me make something clear,” Clara added, her tone shifting slightly. “I don’t do reckless things.”
“Good,” Trent replied. “Neither do I.”
That wasn’t entirely true. But it was enough.
Another silence settled between them, heavier this time. More deliberate. “And this plan of yours?” Clara asked.
Trent’s expression didn’t change. “What about it?”
“Does it involve other people?” she pressed.
He shook his head. “No.”
She studied him for a moment longer. “Good,” she said.
Her voice was firm now. “Because whatever this is, we keep it between us.”
Trent nodded once. “Agreed.”
“No outside interference,” she continued. “No unnecessary risks.”
“And no mistakes,” he added.
Clara’s lips curved slightly. “Exactly.”
They stood outside for some while, before Trent broke the silence, “Let's go grab some tea”. He said holding her hands.