Love in Twilight

Love In Twilight By Tiny Mountains Chapter 395

Chapter 395 Cooking That for Me Iris didn’t even bat an eyelid at Clarissa’s claim. She burst into

laughter. “Who am I, then? Should I show you my family tree, Miss Johnson?”

Iris appraised Clarissa

This was also her first time seeing Clarissa up close. Clarissa’s youth and beauty were enough to make

one jealous. Plus, she was tall and elegant…

Ha, elegant!

At this moment, Clarissa regretted her words. She shouldn’t have blurted out her observations so

rashly, and to Iris’s face, too.

The reason Clarissa said this woman wasn’t Iris was because she didn’t have a mole on her ear.

Now that Iris was aware of this, she would definitely find a way to rectify the problem.

Then again, perhaps she had already gotten rid of the mole.

“Another thing, Miss Johnson. I won’t be going against you and President Lawrence anymore. Wouldn’t

I just be making life difficult for myself? Here, your mother’s phone number.” Iris stuffed a piece of

paper into Clarissa’s pocket before leaving When she was gone, Clarissa immediately took Neil out of

Mrs. Faber’s arms. It had been a long time since she had last seen him, and she missed him terribly.

She smothered him with kisses.

Iris’s words kept reverberating in her mind, however.

To be honest, Clarissa would only ever think of Theresa as her mother. Now that Theresa was dead,

Clarissa no longer had a mother. She didn’t feel a thing for her biological mother.

Still, she couldn’t help feeling curious about Helen.

Of course, Clarissa didn’t believe Iris’s words. But the fact Iris could produce an identical ring was

enough to show that Clarissa really did have something to do with the Benson and Jackson families

“Madam, you won’t be leaving now that you’re back, right?” Mrs. Faber was happy to see that Clarissa

was back.

“I’ll still need to finish up my studies, but I had to come back to make sure that Neil’s fine.” Clarissa

didn’t want to let go of Neil.

At least, she didn’t need to look at his photos anymore.

Neil kept touching her face. He didn’t seem to recognize her, but he was curious.

“Make something nice for her to eat,” Damien ordered Mrs. Faber. After Mrs. Faber went to the kitchen,

he sat down next to Clarissa and pulled the paper out of her pocket

Helen’s number was written on it

A single glance was enough for Clarissa to memorize the number, but she pretended not to care about

it.

Damien immediately tore the paper to shreds.

“Remember to always discuss any problems with me in the future!” he commanded sternly.

She nodded in reply..

Privately, Clarissa wasn’t sure if she could tell him everything. She couldn’t help feeling that Iris

wouldn’t give up so easily.

However, this was only her gut feeling. She didn’t have any evidence.

“Can you guarantee Neil will be safe from now on?” Clarissa asked. “Of course. Are you still going to

leave?” He leaned in close to her.

“I have to finish my studies. I can’t just give up halfway.” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Clarissa vaguely felt Iris was strongly opposed to her being with Damien. With how malicious and

ruthless the woman was, she wouldn’t throw the towel so easily. They couldn’t trust her claims of not

going up against Damien anymore. The fact that Neil had been kidnapped was ample proof. Clarissa’s

parentage definitely had something to do with the Benson family. Otherwise, Iris wouldn’t be doing all of

this.

This whole matter was a huge mystery. She knew why Damien had torn the paper. He felt Iris was

trying to drag her into something that couldn’t be easily resolved.

Too bad Clarissa had already memorized the phone number.

Soon, Mrs. Faber started serving up the food. They were all Clarissa’s favorite dishes. “Wow!

Everything looks delicious.” Clarissa’s heart warmed. “President Lawrence said you haven’t been

eating well on your own.” Mrs. Faber continued,” Now that you’re back, I have to take this chance to

feed you.”

Clarissa laughed. “Who says I haven’t been eating well?”

“Can buffalo wings be considered a proper meal?” Damien pulled out a chair and sat down next to her.

“I don’t eat that normally. I was only…”

“Cooking that for me.”

“I didn’t say that,” Clarissa retorted. At the same time, she couldn’t help thinking that those buffalo

wings were probably the worst meal of Damien’s life. She had done the best that she could, but the