??Chapter 474: Chapter 475: She Needs
Chapter 474: Chapter 475: She Needs
He had always been quiet, and Chloe Turner knew that. But the apple juice in her hand felt a bit sour. In her mory, William Griffith would never touch sweet food. He disdained anything with a hint of sweetness and wouldn’t touch it, no matter how much she begged him.
But now, there was juice in his refrigerator.
Chloe sat rigidly for a while, attempting to break the deadlock. “William, your phone broke. Didn’t you buy a new one?”
William responded with a silent “hmmm,” and exhaled a puff of white smoke.
“How about I go with you to buy one now?” Chloe put down the juice cup on the coffee table and looked at him with a proposal.
“No need,” he replied indifferently.
“How can you not need one? It’s so inconvenient without a cellphone,” Chloe said in surprise. Everyone needed a cellphone in their daily life; nobody would leave ho without one these days.
William lowered his head, his gaze deep and still. “It’s the sa with or without one,” he said quietly.
Chloe’s smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and his handso face held inscrutable emotions. It was as if there was a layer of fog between them. She didn’t understand the aning of his words, but vaguely, she felt as if she knew sothing. Why would he say it was the sa without one? Was it because of soone in particular? What had happened that he could even give up using a cellphone?
“William.” Chloe spoke softly, restraining her trembling voice. “Did you have a disagreent with Cherish?”
The movent of him smoking paused, and William furrowed his eyebrows. His expression seed sowhat confused, and he said softly, “I don’t know.”
In that mont, Chloe felt dazed. The confusion in his eyes made her feel heartache. What caused this gap between them? Even if she didn’t want to know, she had to. Yvette Chapman’s words lingered in her ears, preventing her from continuing towards the Griffith residence. But how could she let go of that past and those emotions that she couldn’t put down?
Why must won make things difficult for other won? They all possessed fragile souls.
“William, is it because of
that you and Cherish… I just… I don’t want to… I…” Chloe’s thoughts tangled, and her words beca incoherent. Panicking, she grabbed her bag, got up, and rushed towards the entrance. “I’m sorry; I’m leaving.”
William did not chase after her but only said in a deep voice, “It’s not your fault.”
Chloe gripped the doorknob tightly, opened the door, and ran out.
She hadn’t forgotten that on the night of the typhoon, when she hugged him tightly and pleaded with him to stay, he turned around and held her shoulder, looking intently at her: Chloe, you’re not alone. Moreover, it wasn’t you who needed ; it was Cherish Turner who needed .
Chloe sat in the taxi, lowering the car window halfway.
The hot wind blew on her face, causing a pain as if being cut by a knife.
Cherish Turner had unilaterally decided to break things off with that damned man, William Griffith. From that point on, she no longer wanted to be upset over him nor dean herself for him.
In the first week after the breakup, Cherish felt that nothing had changed. She went to work, everything went well, and she handled her job well. She didn’t stay up late and didn’t work overti. Except for having so insomnia before bed and being a bit distracted when waking up, everything else was genuinely fine.
On the weekend, Cherish washed everything she could, as if she was trying to remove traces of soone. She brought everything to the rooftop to dry. Looking at the bed sheets, duvet covers, and pillowcases under the sunlight, with the scent of laundry detergent, her heart felt like a vast, clear blue sky.
But wasn’t blue a lancholic color?
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