Daddy Mommy’s Getting Remarried

Chapter 36 

Clara looked up but decided not to comment. She struggled to steady her breathing and responded, “Understood.” She wanted to see Marlie and would endure. 

Her unusual obedience made Walter wonder if she understood what he actually meant. He bent and grasped her chin, repeating firmly, “Stay away from Tamara, understand? If you mess with her, you’ll regret it big time.” Some people were dangerous. 

Clara’s jaw ached. Her eyes teared up. She bit her lips so hard they were white. Of course, she knew. There was no need to emphasize. 

Clara only wanted to survive. “I understand. Thanks for the reminder.” She even 

smiled. 

The answer was satisfactory but Walter felt something was off. He couldn’t figure it out. He released Clara and straightened. “Vernon will bring you a new 

phone later. Use the new number and add me on WhatsApp. Call if something comes up.” 

Clara grabbed his shirt before he left. “About that agreement, can I…” She thought about how to phrase it without offending him. “Can I stay here?” 

Walter thought momentarily. Given the current situation, it was better. Moreover, it was close to the company and there were people around and 

surveillance. “Sure.” 

Clara felt relieved. She didn’t want to move back to the villa. It was suffocating and lonely there and felt like jail. She began cautiously, “When Marlie? I really-” 

Walter interrupted, “Clara, don’t push it. If I’m not pleased, you won’t see her. Report punctually tomorrow.” 

Walter left, slamming the door shut. 

I see 

Clara tightened her arms around her. It felt colder since his departure. She had bumped into the wall earlier and her wounds had reopened. It hurt. Her legs were weak. 

Clara managed to get up. She glanced at the clothes Walter threw away and picked them up. She would dry clean them tomorrow. She hadn’t managed to thank the man for it. She should keep them in case she needed to return them. 

Clara would never allow herself to be disgraced. She must leave Zwingenrath with Marlie. 

Clara leaned weakly against the wall. The more it hurt, the more awake she was. The agreement had stated she mistress now? Would he use her just like before? Why wouldn’t he let her go? 

Clara took a shower. She hadn’t showered in two days and she felt uncomfortable. As the warm water cascaded over her, it and traces of his touch but also worsened the pain in her wounds. 

not 

གཙོདོན་གཞུ་སྣ་མར་ 

only washed away fatigue 

was Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

to 

be 

his beck.