Chloe Grant doesn’t hold her liquor well and gets drunk easily.
After getting drunk, she constantly babbles, cries, and says a lot of things she would never say otherwise. Her deanor isn’t particularly good when drunk, but it’s not bad either.
After she’s done babbling, she just falls asleep.
No matter how much you try to stir her, she won’t wake up.
Lucas looked at her lying on the table and suddenly started laughing.
He took off his jacket and covered her with it.
The weather’s been a bit chilly lately, and if she sleeps on the balcony without a jacket, she’ll catch a cold by the next day.
Lucas had walked over to her to put the jacket on her.
As the jacket covered her, he looked at her sleeping profile and found himself a bit dazed.
"Actually, over these past two years, I’ve been asking myself, why did we miss each other like this..."
With a bitter smile on his lips, he patted Chloe Grant on the shoulder and then returned to his seat.
He looked up, gazing at the moonlight, and downed the half bottle of beer in his hand in one go.
"I’ve had many dreams. In the dreams, from the start, we never had such misplaced timing. My heart was as clear as a mirror, yours as bright as the moon. The twists between us were only to be together and break through the shackles of identity, nothing more."
As Lucas said this, even he couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
How could that be possible?
Missed opportunities are just missed; saying more is futile.
He placed the empty beer bottle aside and opened another one.
As he opened it, his actions paused slightly.
He sensed soone walk in behind him.
Lucas didn’t turn around; he knew who it was. He continued opening the bottle and then took a big gulp.
"Are you really not worried that she’ll be taken away by soone else?" Lucas suddenly spoke, turning his head...
At that mont, Matthew Morgan was picking Chloe Grant up.
The jacket Lucas had given her was thrown disdainfully to the side.
Matthew Morgan didn’t answer Lucas’s question.
Perhaps it was the alcohol that made his mind less sharp. Lucas’s eyes were slightly moist, with a hint of haziness.
His expression was serious, "I know, ever since Loren and Thea Yates appeared, you haven’t ntioned anything about this child or the story between you and Thea. Everything’s been assud—Thea Yates is the woman you developed deep feelings for while recovering abroad, Loren is the product of your love. You’ve loved each other for years, but because she refused to co to the capital or you refused to stay in Y Country, that’s why there are so many entanglents. Now she’s retreating..."
Lucas spoke as if reciting a sutra, shaking his head, "It really is a good story of a fragnted mirror being restored. But..."
He suddenly looked up, his expression serious as he faced Matthew Morgan, "A story is ultimately just a story! A story is ant to be told to others."
Lucas said a lot, but Matthew Morgan’s response was cold, "Are you done?"
He was holding Chloe Grant, ready to leave.
"No!" Lucas stood up sowhat agitatedly, even a bit angrily, "I know you’re confident. You’ve always been like this, confident as if the whole world is in your palm, under your control! But have you ever considered that emotions are never rational and can’t be maintained by so-called confidence? When it cos to Thea Yates, you owe Chloe an explanation, a complete one!
She is the person you love, you were once together with her, this is responsibility!"
"We were not once together." Matthew Morgan impatiently refuted, seemingly displeased by Lucas’s words.
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