All Chapters of One Night, No Names: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Clara I arrived at the restaurant just before sunset, when the city was beginning to glow with evening lights and the soft sounds of conversation drifted through the open doors. The place had a warm atmosphere, filled with the smell of freshly prepared food and quiet music playing in the background. After checking in with the hostess, I chose a table near the window where I could easily see people arriving outside. Even though I tried to stay calm, I kept glancing at my phone, thinking about whether Jason had seen my earlier message.A few minutes after sitting down, I decided to text Jason again to make sure there would be no confusion about where to meet. I opened our conversation and typed carefully, reminding him of the restaurant’s name and telling him exactly where I was seated. I added that I had already arrived and would be waiting for him there. Before sending it, I reread the message twice, hoping the directions were clear enough and that he would notice the notificati

Clara Jason couldn’t say anything. The room had gone strangely quiet after my words left my mouth, the kind of silence that presses against your ears and makes every tiny sound feel louder than it should. Somewhere behind us, a clock ticked steadily, and rain tapped softly against the windows, but neither of us moved. He just sat there, staring at me as if I had said something funny.At first, I thought he had not heard me properly. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to respond, but no words came out. Instead, his eyes narrowed with disbelief, amusement flickering across his face in a way that made my stomach twist. It was not loud laughter or even a smile, just that look people get when they are trying not to laugh at something ridiculous.I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I finally asked, my voice quieter than before.Jason blinked once, then shook his head slowly. Still nothing. His hand rubbed the back of his neck while he

Clara I got home feeling completely shattered. The whole journey back felt heavy, like every step carried anger, confusion, and pain I could not escape from. My mind kept replaying everything Jason said and the way he acted so calm, so controlled, as if I was imagining things or speaking nonsense. That was what hurt the most not just the words, but the way he looked at me like I did not understand my own experience. Deep down, I knew Jason understood exactly what I was saying. He knew why I was upset. He knew the truth hiding underneath my questions, yet he stayed calm and acted innocent, almost like he believed he could outsmart me or make me doubt myself.As I sat alone thinking about everything, memories from the kidnapping came rushing back stronger than ever. I remembered how terrified I was during those moments, trapped and uncertain if I would survive. Then I remembered seeing Aiden. I can still hear his voice clearly in my head when he told me Jason was involved too. At

Clara I woke up later than usual, the kind of heavy sleep that leaves your head foggy and your body slow to react. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan, and for a few peaceful seconds, everything felt normal. Then I reached for my phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up with a flood of notifications missed calls stacked one after another. My stomach tightened immediately. Most of them were from Mirabella. Her name appeared repeatedly across the screen, call after call, enough to make me wonder if something serious had happened. Before I could even process that, another name caught my attention.Jason.The moment his name popped up on the list of missed calls, my expression changed instantly. I stared at the screen for a few seconds, confused and irritated at the same time. Out of everyone who could be calling me that early, Jason was the last person I expected or even wanted to hear from. My mind immediately started racing with questions. What

Jason “Do you want me to call Clara myself and speak to her?” Mike asked, leaning forward in his chair with a serious expression on his face. His voice carried a mixture of concern and determination, as though he was already prepared for whatever answer I might give him.I looked away for a moment and stared through the window beside us. The evening sky was slowly turning orange as the sun disappeared behind the buildings. My thoughts were crowded with worry. Clara had not replied to my messages for days, and every attempt I made to reach her had ended in silence. I could not tell whether she was angry, hurt, or simply avoiding me. The uncertainty was exhausting.“I don’t know if that will be a good idea,” I finally replied quietly. “But let’s see how it will go.”Mike nodded slowly, though I could tell he was not fully convinced by my hesitation. He had always been the type of person who believed problems should be faced directly. Unlike me, he never allowed fear or doubt to