Ch. Claimed By Mr. Billionaire 386 Claimed By Mr. Billionaire 386

Chapter 386 No Makeup, No Problem 

Summer watched Fraser approach, each step he took seeming to press heavily on her heart.. 

She felt the curious, envious, and gossipy stares of everyone around her, yet noticed that in Fraser’s eyes, she was the only one that mattered. 

Her nose tingled with a sourness, her voice slightly aggrieved. ‘I didn’t wear makeup today.” 

Fraser smiled, his lips curving slightly. “Hmm, you look beautiful.” 

Im not even in a dress.” 

“You look lovely.” 

“You’re lying. 

Fraser stepped forward, his fingers gently wiped away the tears that Summer didn’t even realize had fallen. 

“What, don’t believe you’re beautiful enough to move my heart, hmm?” 

Summer’s eyes reddened further. 

Just then, a fluffy, snow–white Samoyed appeared in view. 

Pudding, dressed in a dapper dog suit with a stylish bow tie, was clutching a precious velvet box in his mouth as he ran up 

Pudding barked excitedly, his voice clear and loud. Seeing Pudding, Summer started to laugh, and couldn’t help but cry. 

Sensing something was amiss, Pudding thought she was being bullied and barked even louder, as if trying to comfort her. 

Fraser took the velvet box from Pudding, his slender fingers gently lifting the lid. 

Inside, a delicately cut heart–shaped sapphire ring lay quietly, its blue glow dazzling and enchanting. 

Fraser took a deep breath and slowly knelt on one knee, his dark eyes intensely and tenderly fixed on Summer. 

He held up the sapphire ring before her, his voice low and magnetic, “Summer, will you marry 

me?” 

Summer’s gaze softened more than ever as she looked at the man kneeling before her and Pudding. 

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“I know Pudding is gone, and you’re heartbroken, but you need to think about your baby, you know. You almost had a miscarriage, we were all terrified.” 

Summer lowered her eyes, “If it weren’t for me, Pudding wouldn’t have been poisoned to death. Just thinking about that makes me feel so, so bad.” 

“Summer, listen to me,” Yvette gritted her teeth, “this is Sienna’s fault, not yours!” 

Yvette was furious, “That woman would do anything to achieve her goals. If I see her, I’ll beat her to death.” 

Summer sighed, “Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn’t pulled my funding from Sienna’s design firm, maybe none of this would have happened, and Pudding wouldn’t have died.” 

“No! That kind of woman is too jealous, she would have found some other reason to target you!” 

Yvette reassured her, “Anyway, Summer, don’t punish yourself over someone who isn’t worth it. You need to look forward.” 

At that moment, the door to the room opened. 

Fraser, tall and distinguished, walked in, carrying two expensive metal insulated boxes. 

Seeing him enter, Yvette stood up from her chair. 

“Summer, I’ll leave you two alone then.” 

With that, Yvette quickly left. 

Fraser approached and set the two metal insulated boxes on the small table. 

One was a large four–layer compartment box, and the other was a single large compartment. 

Fraser opened both boxes. 

The single compartment held a pot of steaming, fragrant fish porridge. 

The four–layer box was filled with various light and delicious dishes. 

Fraser picked up a white porcelain bowl and ladled some fish porridge into it. 

His slender fingers stirred the porridge with a spoon, cooling it before feeding it to Summer. 

Fraser’s expression was normal again, no sign of the earlier sadness, “You haven’t eaten anything tonight, have some porridge to settle your stomach.” 

Summer, feeling a bit calmer, shook her head, “I don’t want to eat.” 

Fraser’s eyes were gentle as he coaxed her, “The doctor said you’re a bit anemic, you need to eat something.” 

eyes. 

Seeing her like this, Fraser’s long eyelashes drooped slightly, a flash of pain in his “Summer, I know I didn’t protect Pudding well enough. Take your anger out on me, but don’t treat your body this way.” 

With that, Fraser brought the spoon of fish porridge to her lips again; Summer took a deep breath, looking at the approaching spoonful, she felt nauseous for reasons both emotional and physical. 

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