Too Late to Love Her: When She Divorced, He Fell Apart-Chapter 154: I Want to Find That Boy

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: I Want to Find That Boy
Claire didn’t say anything.
Sean Lockwood tilted his head to look at her. Seeing her indifferent expression as if she didn’t care at all, he thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Want to go for a drink?"
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She turned her head, staring at him inexplicably.
Sean Lockwood curled his lips, "Recently a friend recommended a bar to me, said their red wine is pretty good."
Claire felt a bit embarrassed; turns out this President Lockwood is quite the wine enthusiast.
Before she could answer, Sean Lockwood threw her a line: "Follow me." And then turned around, walking to the car gracefully.
No room for refusal at all.
Claire glanced at the time; it was still early.
Thinking for a moment, she got into her car and followed behind Sean Lockwood’s Range Rover, slowly heading to the destination.
However, the more she drove, the more familiar the road seemed.
Until Sean Lockwood stopped the car, Claire glanced up, and wasn’t it Nathan Quinn’s bar?
After Sean Lockwood got out of the car, seeing Claire’s car still in place with no one getting out for a while, he walked over and knocked on her car window.
Claire rolled down the window and said to him, "President Lockwood, this is the bar owned by Nathan Quinn, Luna Quinn’s brother."
"Is it?"
Sean Lockwood’s reaction was very calm; he wasn’t very interested in who owned the shop.
The important thing was the wine had to be good.
It’s just that, seeing Claire not moving, he thought briefly, remembering that Nathan Quinn and Tristan Lockwood were good friends, and looked at her, "Are you afraid of running into Tristan?"
Claire was taken aback and immediately got out of the car.
"What am I afraid of seeing him for?" She showed no concern at all.
Sean Lockwood raised an eyebrow: "Then let’s go."
The two entered the bar one after the other.
Sean Lockwood asked for the most expensive private room.
The waiter realized immediately that this person was someone with great status and quickly apologized, "Sir, I’m really sorry, the top-notch private room is already occupied. Can I arrange another one for you?"
"Hmm."
Sean Lockwood was used to asking for the best.
But if it’s not available, he didn’t care much either.
After all, when he was abroad, every time he drank with others, even on the roadside, he could toast with a can.
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Tristan Lockwood left the Elder Lockwood’s residence, sent Zoey Adler home, and then called Nathan Quinn and Jenson Jennings, saying to meet at Nathan Quinn’s bar.
At the bar, he went straight to the private room.
This room was The Midnight Breeze’s best room, and Nathan Quinn usually wouldn’t leave it open for outsiders.
When Tristan Lockwood walked in, Jenson Jennings and Nathan Quinn were already drinking.
"Old Tristan, haven’t you not been drinking for a long time? What blew you here today?"
Nathan Quinn, after receiving Tristan Lockwood’s call, had ordered a table full of drinks.
He hadn’t had drinks with Jenson Jennings and Tristan Lockwood, his two good friends, for months.
He had been ready and eager for ages.
"I’m not drinking."
Tristan Lockwood said, exceptionally unenthusiastic.
"Come on, Old Tristan, you gather us here but don’t drink yourself, how’s this fair? Old Jenson, hurry, persuade him!"
Jenson Jennings was also exhausted from work lately. With this rare opportunity, he said, "Nathan specifically took out his collections, including an ’82 red wine, want to try it?"
Tristan Lockwood waved his hand and walked to the sofa to sit down.
Nathan Quinn muttered softly, "Just as hard to deal with as Claire."
This sentence floated straight to Tristan Lockwood’s ears.
The latter shot him a "are you asking for trouble" look.
Nathan Quinn quickly covered his suddenly cold neck, drank a cup to boost his courage.
"Tristan, it’s so late, is there something you needed?" Jenson Jennings asked leisurely, holding a glass.
Tristan Lockwood: "Were any of you at the Hale family’s little lady’s eight-year-old birthday party?"
Jenson Jennings raised his eyes, somewhat surprised, "The Hale family little lady? Cynthia Hale?"
"Hmm."
Jenson Jennings and Nathan Quinn both shook their heads simultaneously.
Nathan Quinn curiously asked, "Old Tristan, why are you suddenly interested in the Hale family again?"
Tristan Lockwood replied lightly, "Claire used to be in the Hale family, and was always bullied by Cynthia Hale."
"Really?" Nathan Quinn was flabbergasted, "But I heard a version where the Hale family held no grudges, not only overlooking Claire being an illegitimate child but also raising her well."
"If they really raised her well, they wouldn’t have sent her to the Lockwood family." Jenson Jennings analyzed, "But the version I heard is the same as Nathan’s."
After Tristan Lockwood’s mention, Jenson Jennings somewhat understood why Claire always had a distant demeanor.
After all, childhood trauma always lingers as a psychological shadow throughout life.
Nathan Quinn: "What are you planning to do now that you asked about this? Plan to help Claire get revenge?"
Tristan Lockwood said nothing.
The matter of Cynthia Hale bullying Claire was something he had only heard from Claire’s mouth.
But about how she was bullied, when she spoke at that time, it was quite downplayed, without revealing any details.
He didn’t want to touch her wound, so he didn’t dig further.
"I heard that on that birthday party, a little boy helped Claire, and it was also that boy who let her find hope in life again."
Tristan Lockwood paused, his expression somewhat complicated.
"I want to find that boy."
"Why find him?" Nathan Quinn looked puzzled, "If you really find him, given how much he did for Claire, if they see eye to eye when they meet, wouldn’t you become a matchmaker?"
Tristan Lockwood cast him a deep look.
Nathan Quinn briskly ducked his head to drink.
Tristan Lockwood looked towards Jenson Jennings, "I’ll need your help to investigate this matter."
Jenson Jennings had no issue with it.
Tristan Lockwood contemplated for a moment, then opened his phone and handed Jenson Jennings a contact.
"This is Jade Sutton’s WeChat. She claims to have been good friends with Claire when they were young; you can start by asking her."
Jenson Jennings teased, "Aren’t you familiar with Jade Sutton? Why not ask her yourself?"
Tristan Lockwood glanced at him.
"I’ve cleared things with Jade Sutton, no need to meet again."
Jenson Jennings naturally agreed.
He was, however, quite puzzled: "What made you think of this suddenly?"
"That boy is very important to Claire." Tristan Lockwood’s tone was calm, but his eyes were profound, "I want to see, what kind of person made her remember fondly for so many years."
Jenson Jennings: "Hearing you, it sounds like you’re rekindling feelings for Claire?"
Tristan Lockwood didn’t reply.
But his expression didn’t deny it at all.
Jenson Jennings, however, was far less optimistic this time, his expression growing serious and saying, "Matters of the heart, the biggest taboo is the on-off relationships. Don’t hurt her again on a whim."
Whether Tristan Lockwood heard or not was uncertain, but he stood from the sofa, saying, "I’ll be waiting for your news."
With that, he took a long stride, preparing to leave.
He had just opened the private room door when he heard a door closing sound from the side.
Tristan Lockwood turned his head to glance and immediately paused in his tracks.
Claire and Sean Lockwood emerged from the private room simultaneously.