Chloe Grant directly opened the door and unexpectedly t Lucas’s gaze.
At that mont, his first reaction was to look inside the room at Lily Grant...
Chloe Grant gave a bitter smile, then hurried downstairs.
Her heart had long been riddled with holes; she wasn’t afraid of this bit of pain anymore.
Chloe Grant wasn’t afraid of the woman Lucas loved; she was just afraid... his deep feelings wouldn’t get the response they deserved.
She was only worried that he would get hurt.
Even if he tornted her a thousand tis, as long as he genuinely found happiness, even if it was painfully deadly, Chloe Grant would still give her blessing.
But...
Lily Grant was not so sincere, though.
As she went downstairs, Chloe Grant suddenly developed a noble sentint: she wanted to watch over Lucas and keep a wary eye on Lily Grant.
Truly...
So noble it made herself laugh.
"Chloe?"
Isabella Gray had just co out of the kitchen, noticing sothing off about Chloe Grant’s expression, and looked at her worriedly.
Chloe Grant looked up, her eyes already red, but she still tried hard to smile, "Grandma, I really like soone, but he doesn’t like back. I’m thinking of being so noble as to guard his happiness. Do you think I’m being foolish?"
Tears fell uncontrollably as she spoke.
Isabella Gray was stunned for a mont, then quickly went over, holding Chloe Grant in her arms to comfort her.
"Chloe, sweetheart, don’t cry, don’t cry," she soothed, "It’s his good fortune to have such a wonderful girl like you showing interest. Do what you feel like doing, Grandma supports you!"
Chloe Grant suddenly laughed, "I truly understand now, this unrequited love is just like a one-man show, with acting silently from the beginning to the end, while he... remains forever the audience."
"You will get through it and et soone better. Maybe not now, but perhaps tomorrow or next month," Isabella Gray gently comforted.
Having experienced it herself, she naturally wouldn’t urge Chloe Grant to give up imdiately.
To love soone...
Unless one chooses to walk away, external persuasion is ineffectual.
...
A day later, Matthew Morgan walked out of the Royal City Dostic Airport.
He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, with a cold and detached deanor, followed by three unidentified staff mbers, commanding a powerful presence. Walking through the airport, people couldn’t help but glance at him, subconsciously stepping aside to make way.
Just out of the airport, as he was about to get in the car, his phone rang.
It was a call from the old mansion, Matthew Morgan answered, "Speak."
"Matthew, did you leave the airport? Are you heading straight to the old mansion?" It was Isabella Gray.
"We’ll see."
Matthew Morgan had just grudgingly spat out two words when he heard a familiar shout over the phone, "Grandma, I saw the kitchen stocked with lots of crawfish, I want spicy braised crawfish!"
Matthew Morgan suddenly smiled.
That smile instantly cracked his cold, aloof deanor, shattering it completely.
He took off his sunglasses, and the golden sunlight shone into his eyes, making them gleam brightly.
"I’ll be right back," he replied.
...
At the old mansion, Chloe Grant watched the people in the kitchen, relieved as they began preparing the crawfish.
Ever since returning from her trip, she had been staying at the old mansion.
Initially, she wanted to leave the old mansion, not wanting to witness the loving daily life between Lucas and Lily Grant.
For her, it was a kind of tornt.
Moreover, she had to pretend in front of others that nothing was wrong, which was terribly exhausting.
The helpless part was, Chloe Grant didn’t know what ga Lily Grant was playing, so she had to keep an eye on her.
Each ti Chloe Grant thought of this idea, she felt like a fool, utterly ridiculous.
But...
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