Interstellar: Conquering Crazy Commanders with Food

Chapter 146 She Wants to Change Strategy
Claire agrees with this point, "Obviously, she desperately wants to have a child regardless of her son's wishes. This idea is not simple."

She was pulled into the living room to sit down, and a thick booklet was pressed onto her lap. Martina withdrew her hand and said with a smile on her face, "Since you've come back, it's time for you to make your own choice."

Claire opened the black leather cover wrapped on the outer layer, and one after another exquisitely styled dresses came into view.

"He chose?" She flipped through the pages.

"In fact, it hasn't been decided yet." Martina said, "The commander called before you came back, and he left all the wedding decisions to you. You can choose whatever style you like."

Claire put it down after flipping through a few pages, "I don't have any requirements in this regard, you can just figure it out."

Her performance was not what Martina expected. She walked up to her and sat down, "Claire, isn't this what you've been hoping for? Don't tell me you're unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy." Claire sighed slightly, "I just think this choice is unwise. How much pressure does Cassius have to withstand to marry me? He obviously has a choice that is good for both of us."

Martina held her hand and said seriously: "The commander loves you, Claire, and he also saved you. He planted trees for you, put you in the military camp, took you on a trip, and even gave you control over the earth. , I sometimes even feel that identity barriers are never important to him, and he breaks through the bottom line for you time and time again."

Claire remembered everything Martina said, so she couldn't hate this man even if she was deprived of her freedom again. Her heart can never lie, and what she feels most about him is heartbeat.

"You come with me."

Martina took Claire's hand and led her up to the second floor, and stopped in front of the door that she hadn't stepped in for a long time, "Go in and have a look."

Claire opened the bedroom door, and the cold bedroom was as simple and devoid of warmth as before. She walked in a few steps, then looked back at Martina, "What are you looking at?"

"Go and open the closet."

Claire walked to the closet as promised, and opened the closet behind her.

What caught the eye was Cassius' neatly arranged military uniform in uniform colors, and the other half's dazzling skirts in different colors.

"These clothes were delivered in advance according to the commander's request." Martina stood at the door and said, "There are also some new shoes. Your feet are relatively small and it will take a little time to customize."

Seeing Claire standing silently in front of the closet without speaking, Martina added: "Claire, he is really thinking of you in every way, and you will no longer be a slave in the future. Marrying the commander means you are a slave." Legal citizens enjoy all rights."

"You don't need to go to the correctional center anymore, you don't need to learn anything to please men, think about it in a positive way, you like Commander too, don't you?" She stood outside the door and persuaded earnestly.

Claire took out a light yellow floral skirt from the closet and put it on for comparison, then took off the original clothes and put on new ones.

Pushing her hair out of her clothes, she looked down at the fitted skirt.

"Well, at least my sphere of freedom has expanded again," she said in a barely audible whisper.

Martina said that Cassius loves her, and she now also thinks that he can be changed. He has already made an attempt at this point, hasn't he?

Perhaps the unchangeable fate ahead is not necessarily gloomy.

"Will Cassius be back tonight?" Claire turned around.

"I think he will be back on time." Martina looked relieved.

Claire thought of something, and asked again: "Where is Elsa's body buried?"

"Buried?" Martina shook her head, "She's different from a female, she can only be sent to the nearest corpse disposal station after she loses her function."

Claire was silent for a while, then nodded, "Okay, let's go downstairs and prepare some dinner. I want to have dinner with him."

"We have to go to the regular supermarket. Since you left, the utensils in the kitchen have not been used except for heating milk and making tea."

"it is good."

When night fell, the sound of the car's engine stopped at the door as promised.

Looking from the small window on one side of the kitchen, there are raindrops slapping ferociously on the window. Cassius, holding a black umbrella, walks on the wide lawn outside. Although only one leg of his trousers can be seen, It is easy to identify him.

Claire wiped her hands and took out the last bowl of tomato soup, "Martina, turn off the video and upload the video, he's back."

"Understood, you should really come to me to read private messages when you are free. I can guarantee that it must be the moment when you receive the most kindness." Martina raised her wrist with an intoxicated expression on her face.

Claire's voice came from the living room, "I'll watch it when I have time."

She came to the entrance and opened the door a moment before it was about to open outside.

The rain was so heavy that it slanted in with the wind almost immediately, and Claire got goosebumps from the wind.

She rubbed her arms and took the umbrella handed over by that pretty hand, "I made dinner."

Cassius closed the door, most of his military jacket was wet, and his trouser legs were also wet. He stood still and did not move, but focused his eyes on her, "You changed your clothes." A faint statement.

Claire looked down, then looked up at him again, "I took it from the closet in your bedroom, did you choose it?"

Cassius stared into her eyes for a while, then nodded his jaw, "Yes."

He still stood there without moving, with a layer of uncertain doubt hidden in his thick black eyebrows.

Claire pursed her lips, took a deep breath and said, "After dinner, should we discuss the wedding together?"

Looking at those eyes that were as bright as polished obsidian, she knew that she should no longer pretend to be submissive and think about running away as before, she had to change her way, maybe everything would be different.

"You can make the decision." Cassius took off his shoes and walked up the steps, stood in front of her and bowed his head.

"I want to discuss with you, I want to know what kind of dress or venue you like." Claire said seriously: "Your suggestion is very important to me."

He took off his wet military uniform and put it on the shoe cabinet behind her, then put his arms around her to his chest, and kissed her on the lips.

"You don't want to go?" He asked in a low voice between his lips and teeth.

Claire took the initiative to hug his waist, and lightly bit his lips, "No, Martina said you haven't had a decent dinner since I left, and now my meal is going to be cold, do you want to eat it?" ?."

He smiled heavily, and when he let go of her, he kissed her on the lips again.

"eat."

　There is also a chapter to post in the afternoon.

　　Forgive me for another day of paddling haha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)