Chloe Grant only reacted when Matthew Morgan went upstairs. She quickly turned around and watched him finish the stairs, walk down the hallway, and enter the room over there.
Chloe’s eyes widened.
What the hell!
What is going on?
Chloe was very panicked, and her first reaction was to take her short legs and follow him.
Matthew chose the guest room next to her room, opened the door, and went in.
Chloe hurried to catch up, but just as she reached the door, Matthew closed it, leaving her high and dry.
She puffed out her cheeks, stayed at the door for a while, and finally resigned herself to go back to her room.
When she closed the door, the only consolation Chloe had was that her room was well soundproofed.
He wouldn’t know if she played gas at night.
Chloe was afraid of Matthew, not only because he was cold, obsessive, tyrannical, but also because... Matthew would control her.
Three years ago, when he still lived here, he was very strict with her.
For example, playing gas, Matthew didn’t allow it, because Chloe’s eyes weren’t good, and using a computer or phone was harmful.
But Chloe loved it.
So she often did it behind his back, only to be caught each ti and dealt with.
Later, Matthew resolved the disputes at Morgan Group and insisted on going abroad, which he did for three whole years.
During these three years, Chloe didn’t know how free, how easy, and how happy her days were.
Playing gas all night without worrying about soone logging in to catch her.
Of course, Chloe couldn’t deny that during the three years Matthew was abroad, she played gas excessively and her eyes indeed got worse.
But, she just loved playing gas.
After taking a shower and freshening up, Chloe climbed into bed, grabbed the soft blanket, and began playing gas on her phone.
Each ga took about twenty minutes, and she would imdiately restart if she lost. She was particularly excited, even opening voice chat to argue with her teammates.
And just when Chloe started her third ga, she felt sothing was off. Taking advantage of her character’s death and the few seconds before respawning, she found a mont to lift her head...
When Chloe t those calm and deep eyes, her brain went completely blank. After a few seconds, she suddenly realized, scread, and dropped her phone onto the bed.
"Uncle Morgan..."
Chloe started to stutter nervously.
She sneaked a peek at the watching door, completely unaware of when Matthew had co in, utterly frightening her.
"I knocked, you didn’t respond." Matthew spoke coldly, as if explaining.
Cold sweat broke out on Chloe’s forehead.
When she played gas, she beca completely absorbed and disregarded anything around her.
"I..." Chloe tried to say sothing but found herself at a loss for words.
Her heartbeat began racing wildly.
Internally, she wailed: ’Why did you have to co back, why, why! With you back, I won’t have good days anymore, ahhh.’
Chloe was internally collapsing.
"Sleep." Matthew commanded again, cold and domineering.
He leaned over and took Chloe’s phone.
Just as Matthew was about to turn and leave, Chloe hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Uncle Morgan, I haven’t finished this round. Going AFK will ruin it for my teammates and get reported and lose points. And, I already lost two rounds. Uncle Morgan, please let finish this ga and I’ll sleep, I beg you~"
For the sake of finishing her ga, Chloe clung shalessly to his arm, preventing him from taking her phone away.
Matthew turned back, looking displeased, his gaze fixed on Chloe who wouldn’t let go of his arm.
She was practically hanging off him.
Matthew’s eyes grew increasingly deep...
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