Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1269

She figured it was a peace offering.

The moment she hit send, she realized how childish they were being.

Mona walked into the breakroom just in time to catch the bright, silly smile on Claire's face. Curiosity piqued, she leaned in. "Claire, are you seeing someone?"

Claire nearly dropped her phone.

Guilt made her eyes dart around the room as she stammered defensively, "N-no! Absolutely not! Stop making things up!"

Mona scratched her head, unconvinced. "Really? Because lately you've been practically glowing. You've got this insane energy, and your complexion is gorgeous."

Claire was speechless. Was it... that obvious?

She instinctively touched her cheeks.

Wilbur had kept her very well fed over the weekend. Between the spectacular stress relief and the general boost in her mood, her skin did look better than it had in months.

It was exactly what those old magazines always claimed—a good man was the ultimate skincare routine.

That night, after taking a shower, Claire felt a familiar ache in her chest. Her period was due any day now.

She grabbed a hot towel, curled up on the sofa, and pressed it against her skin, massaging the soreness away with one hand.

Her other hand was busy doom-scrolling.

She was casually swiping through her secret TikTok account. Thanks to the algorithm, her feed was an endless parade of shirtless, chiseled men.

She used to find it entertaining, but lately, they just felt... boring.

Every time she looked at one, her brain automatically compared him to Wilbur.

This guy's abs look weird. Wilbur's are sculpted perfectly.

This guy's too bulky. I prefer Wilbur's lean, athletic build.

...

Realizing where her mind had wandered, Claire buried her face in her hands, groaning in frustration. Premenstrual hormones really were a nightmare!

Before she could collect herself, a video call violently rang on her screen.

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