Claire frowned. "Why is he like this? I already warned him not to bother you again."
Noreen paused. "You warned him?"
Claire realized she slipped up and couldn't deny it. "Well, I saw how stressed you were about him, and I didn't want you to get hurt again. So I gave him a tiny warning."
"A tiny warning?"
"Fine, I threatened him. I told him if he showed his face around you again, I'd beat him up!"
Noreen rubbed her temples. No wonder Seth had said such strange things earlier. It was because of Claire's warning. But what surprised Noreen more was that Seth actually listened.
"Don't be so reckless next time," Noreen said, touched but worried. Seth was a Harcourt, a former billionaire playboy who used to hold the city in the palm of his hand. It would be too easy for him to deal with someone like Claire, who had no background. She didn't want her friend to suffer.
Claire knew what she was worried about. "I was terrified at the time, honestly. But then I remembered how red your eyes were, and I didn't care anymore. Don't worry, he didn't say a word. I almost made him cry from yelling at him. Of course, I know he only let me scream at him because of you."
Claire grabbed Noreen's hand. "I was just so mad about how he treated you."
Noreen rested her head on Claire's shoulder, her voice muffled. "I thought I had moved on. I haven't looked back in years. But lately, I don't know... I've been affected."



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