Chapter 132

Love really is a strange thing-it can make a man, who's always calm and unshakable, suddenly start dodging problems like a coward. But Clara didn't find that kind of love romantic at all. As someone who quietly loved Fraser, she saw with her own eyes just how deeply he cared for someone else. It made her stomach turn. It made her feel robbed. ***** When Bellamy walked out of the Hawkins building, she spotted a familiar Cayenne parked out front right away. She smiled and walked over, tapping on the window. As the glass rolled down, she was about to ask why he didn't come up to find her, but the faint scent of smoke hit her first. "You smoked?" She frowned, eyes locking onto his face. He never smoked around her-he knew she hated the smell. "Ran into something a bit tricky. Had a cigarette to help sort my thoughts. Didn't think you'd come down so quickly," Fraser said casually, lowering the window all the way, resting his arm on the door. He tilted his head slightly, "If the smell bothers