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Chapter 132: Adorably miserable · Nov 04, 2026

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101 Chapter 101: You’re the one who’s about to cry 2026-11-04
102 Chapter 102: She escaped 2026-11-04
103 Chapter 103: Is she crying 2026-11-04
104 Chapter 104: Did someone die 2026-11-04
105 Chapter 105: Not this woman again 2026-11-04
106 Chapter 106: We’re running out of time 2026-11-04
107 Chapter 107: I gave you a chance 2026-11-04
108 Chapter 108: You think you can replace me 2026-11-04
109 Chapter 109: Trouble has a habit of finding me 2026-11-04
110 Chapter 110: Pretending to be honorable man 2026-11-04
111 Chapter 111: Your husband might storm in here 2026-11-04
112 Chapter 112: I need a vacation 2026-11-04
113 Chapter 113: A kitchen ghost 2026-11-04
114 Chapter 114: I like you 2026-11-04
115 Chapter 115: Make sure I remember my mistake 2026-11-04
116 Chapter 116: There is only one way to find out 2026-11-04
117 Chapter 117: I am going underground 2026-11-04
118 Chapter 118: Capable of buying common sense 2026-11-04
119 Chapter 119: What are you doing in my house? 2026-11-04
120 Chapter 120: Did you murder someone 2026-11-04
121 Chapter 121: Your wife has returned safely 2026-11-04
122 Chapter 122: There are still few things you need to work on 2026-11-04
123 Chapter 123: I might personally visit heaven 2026-11-04
124 Chapter 124: You all want to lose your jobs 2026-11-04
125 Chapter 125: Healthy enough to bear an heir 2026-11-04
126 Chapter 126: People change 2026-11-04
127 Chapter 127: I lose a few screws every now and then 2026-11-04
128 Chapter 128: You won’t stay away for too long. 2026-11-04
129 Chapter 129: I don’t miss him on empty stomach 2026-11-04
130 Chapter 130: There is no way he’s earning this money himself 2026-11-04
131 Chapter 131: It couldn’t be anything good 2026-11-04
132 Chapter 132: Adorably miserable 2026-11-04
133 Chapter 133: Do...I love...Clara? 2026-11-04
134 Chapter 134: She is cheating 2026-11-04
135 Chapter 135: It’s working exactly as I expected it 2026-11-04
136 Chapter 136: What makes you think I care about your word? 2026-11-04
137 Chapter 137: Am I going to die...again? 2026-11-04
138 Chapter 138: I suppose this meeting comes as a surprise to you 2026-11-04
139 Chapter 139: I wasn’t trying to impress you 2026-11-04
140 Chapter 140: You have my word 2026-11-04
141 Chapter 141: Marco is dead 2026-11-04
142 Chapter 142: She refused to become his scapegoat. 2026-11-04
143 Chapter 143: I don’t work for free mister 2026-11-04
144 Chapter 144: You’re replacing him 2026-11-04
145 Chapter 145: You’ll get better with practice 2026-11-04
146 Chapter 146: They are the entertainment 2026-11-04
147 Chapter 147: Leave this place alive 2026-11-04
148 Chapter 148: The fun part finally begins 2026-11-04
149 Chapter 149: You don’t get to run anymore 2026-11-04
150 Chapter 150: Please get me out of this 2026-11-04

The night had been nothing short of torture for Clara.

She had genuinely believed that after discovering a new purpose in life, her restless mind would finally settle down and allow her to get a good night’s sleep.

Instead, the exact opposite happened.

The moment she lay in bed, all she could think about was Dominic.

She tossed from one side to the other, hugged his pillow, buried her face in it, and even tried counting sheep.

Nothing worked.

Every few minutes, she unlocked her phone to check if he had replied.

No messages.

No calls.

Not even a single emoji.

By morning, Clara had barely managed an hour of sleep.

Now she sat lifelessly at the breakfast table, her chin resting on one hand while her thumb refreshed her chat with Dominic for what felt like the hundredth time.

”Why hasn’t he replied to any of my messages?” she muttered pitifully. ”Did he lose his phone? Get kidnapped? Or...”

Her expression suddenly darkened.

”...did he actually decide work is more important than his wife?”

Just then, one of the maids entered carrying breakfast.

The cheerful smile on her face vanished the instant she looked at Clara.

”Oh... my goodness!”

Her voice echoed through the dining room.

Normally, everyone in Sterling Mansion looked forward to serving Clara.

No matter what the chefs prepared, their madam would happily finish every last bite before showering them with endless compliments.

Sometimes she praised the food so passionately that the chefs themselves forgot what they had originally cooked.

But today...

The woman sitting at the table looked like she had spent the entire night negotiating with ghosts.

Dark circles surrounded her eyes.

Her hair was slightly messy.

Her shoulders drooped dramatically.

Even the bright morning sunlight couldn’t make her look alive.

”M-Madam...” the maid stammered nervously as she placed the breakfast in front of Clara.

”I brought your breakfast.”

”Thank you...”

Clara answered weakly without even looking at the food.

The maid didn’t wait another second.

She hurried out of the dining room as though escaping a haunted house.

A moment later, Butler James entered with his usual warm smile, followed by several maids carrying side dishes.

”Good morning, Madam,” he greeted politely.

”I instructed the chef to prepare your favorite breakfast today. I’m certain it will lift your spirits.”

”Thank you, Butler James.”

The moment Clara raised her head to smile at him...

The entire dining room froze.

Every maid stiffened.

One of them nearly dropped the soup bowl.

Another slowly covered her mouth.

Butler James’ confident smile completely disappeared.

”M-Madam...”

He blinked several times.

”Your... your eyes...”

Clara let out a dramatic sigh.

”Don’t mention them, Butler James.”

She waved her hand weakly.

”I don’t wish to be reminded of the man who’s currently pretending his wife doesn’t exist.”

Butler James looked utterly confused.

”...Pardon?”

”Dominic hasn’t replied to a single one of my messages.”

She dramatically pointed at her phone.

”Not one.”

”But Madam—”

”He didn’t even react with a thumbs-up.”

”...”

”He didn’t send a heart.”

”...”

”He didn’t send ’Good morning.’”

”...”

”He didn’t even send a sticker.”

The maids exchanged helpless glances.

One whispered under her breath, ”Master has committed a terrible crime.”

Another nodded solemnly.

”I don’t think flowers will be enough this time.”

A third quietly added, ”Maybe an entire flower shop.”

Meanwhile, Butler James pinched the bridge of his nose.

”Madam...”

”Mm?”

”Forgive me for saying this...”

”Go ahead.”

”I wasn’t referring to Master.”

Clara blinked.

”You weren’t?”

”No.”

Butler James cleared his throat before speaking as gently as possible.

”I was referring to the fact that you currently resemble someone who has lost a fight... with sleep itself.”

The room fell silent.

One brave maid cautiously held up a silver serving tray in front of Clara like a mirror.

Clara glanced at her reflection.

”...”

She stared.

Then leaned closer.

”...What happened to me?”

The dark circles under her eyes were so prominent that even she was startled.

Her usually bright face looked exhausted, and her sleepy eyes made her resemble a panda that had cried itself to sleep.

One of the younger maids couldn’t stop herself.

”...Madam...”

”Hm?”

”You look... adorably miserable.”

The instant those words left her mouth, every servant sucked in a sharp breath.

But instead of getting angry, Clara let out another long, defeated sigh.

”I know...”

She slumped back into her chair.

”I’ve officially become a ghost...”

”But Madam,” Butler James said helplessly, ”Master has only been away for one night.”

Clara looked at him with absolute seriousness.

”Exactly.”

”But he’ll be back in a few days.”

”I’ve already suffered enough.”

The servants could only exchange speechless glances.

If this was Clara after just one night...

They couldn’t imagine what the mansion would look like by the end of Dominic’s business trip.

Clara let out another long, defeated sigh before reaching for a notepad beside her plate.

Without saying a word, she quickly scribbled down a list, folded the paper neatly, and handed it to Butler James.

”Butler James, could you please get everything written on this list for me?”

”Of course, Madam.”

He accepted the paper with a respectful nod. However, the moment he unfolded it and read its contents, his composed expression slowly crumbled.

His brows knitted tighter with every item.

”...”

He looked up at Clara in complete confusion.

She, on the other hand, remained perfectly calm, leisurely eating her breakfast as though the items she had requested were the most ordinary things for the lady of Hayes Mansion to own.

Butler James opened his mouth, wanting to ask what exactly she was planning, but after a brief hesitation, he wisely decided against it.

After all, questioning Madam’s ideas usually led to even more questions than answers.

”As you wish, Madam,” he replied politely before folding the paper and excusing himself.

”Right away.”

As Butler James walked away, the servants assumed Clara had quietly resumed eating because she was still upset over Dominic ignoring her messages.

Little did they know, Clara had already stopped sulking.

Instead, her brilliant mind was busy plotting her next move.

And somewhere far away, the very man she missed so dearly remained blissfully unaware that his wife was about to surprise him in a way he would never see coming.

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