Chloe Grant pouted at Isabella Gray, "It’s really bitter."
Isabella Gray affectionately pinched her nose.
Turning around, she just saw Lily Grant walking over, "Don’t keep walking, take a good rest. In a few days, it’s your engagent with Lucas. It might be a bit tiring, so make sure to rest well."
"Auntie, it’s okay. The doctor also said to walk around more." Lily Grant shook her head with a smile.
"Originally, we wanted to wait until you had the baby to get engaged, but Lucas was in such a hurry. Sigh, I’ve always felt that a woman’s engagent and wedding are very important and should be beautiful." Isabella Gray was a bit helpless.
Lily Grant shook her head, "It’s okay. Just being with Lucas makes feel very happy. Even without an engagent or wedding, as long as he’s with , I don’t mind."
As she spoke, she bowed her head, stroking her slightly rounded belly, her face full of happiness.
She was completely displaying the happiness of a woman waiting to give birth to her beloved man’s child.
But Chloe Grant found it very glaring.
She thought it was fake.
She even had suspicions about whether this child was really Lucas Morgan’s.
Chloe Grant didn’t know why she felt this way, but she just had these doubts in her heart.
The source of the doubts seed to be sothing that happened while she lost her mory...
It seed like sothing must have happened before her car accident!
But...
She couldn’t rember.
The only mory Chloe Grant had of the ti before the accident was of Lily Grant expressionlessly pushing her into the street...
Everything before being pushed and after being pushed, Chloe Grant couldn’t rember at all.
She even tried many tis to recall, but she couldn’t rember.
Every ti she tried, her head would hurt badly.
"Grandmother, I want to go out for a walk." Chloe Grant spoke.
Isabella Gray nodded, "Okay... but... Matthew, you take Chloe out for a walk, I don’t feel at ease if she’s alone."
"Ah... I... well, I feel a bit sleepy, I think I’ll just go to sleep."
Over there, just as Matthew Morgan was about to stand up, Chloe Grant already spoke anxiously.
After saying that, she walked upstairs, almost not giving Isabella Gray a chance to respond.
She had already run upstairs and returned to her room.
Isabella Gray turned back, looking at Matthew Morgan standing there, "Did you do sothing to her? Why is she avoiding you like this?"
"No." Matthew Morgan replied.
...
In the evening at the hotel, the loudest bar in the city, the deafening music pounded on everyone’s chest. In the center of the dance floor, people were dancing wildly, lights flashing on and off.
In the bar’s private room, Matthew Morgan had already finished three or four glasses of whiskey, holding a bottle in his hand, downing it in one gulp.
Ralph Koch sat there, already dumbfounded.
Since Matthew Morgan sat down, he hadn’t said a word, just drank with his head thrown back.
Ralph Koch had known Matthew Morgan for a long ti. In his knowledge, Matthew Morgan was a very rational and self-controlled person.
He was a symbol of rationality.
More than that, he was a high and mighty ruler.
Towards everything in the world, he was indifferent, as if nothing could stir any of his emotions.
But today...
This Matthew Morgan, drinking silently, was sothing Ralph Koch was seeing for the first ti!
He could even be sure that it was the only ti Matthew Morgan had ever behaved this way.
"Chloe Grant, she’s always avoiding..."
"Shut up."
Matthew Morgan turned his head, casting a cold glance directly over.
He smashed the empty bottle in his hand and grabbed another bottle, downing it in one go!
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