Chapter 107 - Allergic To Poverty (2/2)

Luther shifted to her side on the couch till their bodies were touching and faced her saying, ”I missed you,”

”Me too,” Clara affirmed.

Luther had traveled abroad for a business trip a week ago so they haven't had the opportunity to see each other.

The both of them didn't say anything else after that but the attraction between them conveyed all unspoken words. Luther then took her hands and intertwined them with his own.

”We should get married,” He suddenly said and Clara's face went blank.

”Luther -”

”We love each other, why can't we be together?!” He was vexed by her response, ”Why must I be your hidden lover? He's not even worth it?! Marcel doesn't even treat you -”

”Luther,” Clara called him immediately, cupping his cheeks with both of her hands as she tried to calm him.

”You know that I can't,” she told him, her eyes pleading for him to understand.

”Why can't you, huh?” Luther retorted, ”If it's about keeping you safe, I know that I'm not as powerful as Marcel but I promise to never let harm come to you,” He promised her, holding her smaller hand on his face tightly as if he was afraid that she would let go.

”It's not that simple, Luther,” Clara said, ”There's a lot at stake here and it's not a decision I made on my own. My mother, she would never agree to break off the engagement,”

”Then we run away together,” Luther suggested to Clara's horror.

She couldn't even imagine a life outside the one she's living right now. Having grown up with a silver spoon, Clara had never experienced hardship even for one day and can't live miserably; she's allergic to poverty.

Luther must have suspected her line of thought because he said, ”I can stash away enough cash and then we would build our lives far away from everyone in the way of our relationship,”

He thought his plan was brilliant, however, Clara's backslash to his plan was quick and sharp.

”Then what about my life here?”

”Huh?”

”I have a future here, Luther, and I can't just throw it away like that?!”

And he doesn't have one?

”What about my mother? She's has only me left and me running away would do nothing but break her heart. I can't do that to her, Luther. Moreover, you don't know the kind of Marcel is, no matter where we run to, he would always find us,”

”Then what do you suggest we do then?!” Luther raised his voice on her for the first time, pulling away from her, angry, ”I can't keep living like this!”

”Hey,” She stood up as well and turned him to her, placing her hands on his shoulder, ”We would think of something, Luther. We would surely overcome this, okay?”

Luther looked at her and had no choice but to calm down. He loved her and would do everything to make her happy. The attraction between them pulsed and he leaned towards her, tilting his head in the process and was ready to kiss her when someone intruded on their privacy.

Clara turned around to see who had disturbed their peace only for her face to fall.. It was Marcel's people and she was sure this couldn't be good.