The next afternoon, the glaring sunlight stread in through the window, forcing Chloe Grant to open her eyes.
She shielded her eyes with her hand, and her mind was filled with everything from last night.
Chloe Grant was completely stunned.
The next second—
She suddenly sat up, her gaze landing directly on the sofa...
The man was only wearing a white bathrobe, loosely draped over his chest, with clearly defined muscle lines.
Although his expression was cold, there was a unique aura in his every gesture.
He was on a video call, his brows tightly furrowed, so he didn’t notice her waking up.
Chloe Grant’s lips quivered, her eyes blank.
In that mont, her mind was blank.
She didn’t know how to make a sound, nor did she know how to process the scene in front of her.
The impact was too strong, driving her nearly mad.
"Let remind you, you returned to the country a day earlier before, and they seem to have noticed. I hope you can set off back to Y Country imdiately."
Upon hearing a sowhat familiar voice from the phone, Chloe Grant shuddered violently, her eyes widening in shock!
She didn’t hear the rest, only catching the phrase "a day earlier returning."
So...
Chloe Grant went utterly mad, she suddenly got up.
Among the clothes on the floor was a man’s shirt; she picked it up without thinking and put it on, only to accidentally fall on the ground.
Matthew Morgan had already noticed she was awake, closed the video call, and walked towards Chloe Grant.
As he was about to bend down to help her up, Chloe Grant suddenly pushed him away, "Don’t touch !"
Chloe Grant supported herself on the bed to stand up, her body trembling fiercely.
She used all her strength just to stand.
"So, you really ca back on the 22nd! It was you who was in Lucas Morgan’s room that night!"
She essentially confird her suspicion.
So, the previous two tis, it was also him!
Matthew Morgan?
Chloe Grant felt that such a truth was maddeningly unacceptable.
Her body swayed slightly; she didn’t know if it was due to the impact of the truth or her physical condition.
"It was you... it really was you..."
She murmured, her gaze sweeping across the scattered clothes on the floor, then looking around the room, not even knowing what she was looking at.
Matthew Morgan kept looking at her, his face typically expressionless.
After a while, he finally spoke, "I can take you to Y Country imdiately..."
"For what!?"
Chloe Grant suddenly yelled at him, her voice hoarse!
Her eyes reddened, but not a single tear fell.
Her hands were clenched into fists, as if only by this could she muster the strength to stand here.
"Why is it you!?"
"How can it be you!?"
"How could it possibly be you!?"
She asked three consecutive questions, her torn voice full of her breakdown in facing this truth.
Chloe Grant suddenly stopped speaking, her mouth slightly open, blinking in despair, her gaze wandered around, her lips trembling...
After a long while, she suddenly snapped out of it, lifting her head to face Matthew Morgan, "You were treating as a substitute, weren’t you?"
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