"!"
Alexander Johnson’s breath suddenly stopped. He never expected Chloe Simpson would suddenly say sothing like this.
"Alexander Johnson, did you hear what I said? I said, why don’t you destroy ? I’m begging you, just end it! I’m in unbearable pain right now, such imnse pain."
"I don’t want to endure this kind of suffering any longer. Don’t you love tornting ? Fine, let fulfill your wishes today, alright? Go all out—be cruel, as cruel as you can. This way, destroy completely. Then you won’t have to be angry because of anymore."
"After all, as the Crown Prince of Capital Circle, you must have had countless won around you all this ti. Surely you’re bored of always focusing on , this one woman. Destroy , replace , and I won’t be in agony anymore. Then we’ll both get what we want—a win-win situation! Wouldn’t you agree?"
"Destroy ... I’m begging you, Alexander Johnson, destroy , please..."
Chloe Simpson gripped Alexander Johnson’s arm tightly, almost as if she’d lost her sanity as she continued to plead incessantly.
"Chloe, you’re insane!"
Seeing Chloe in this state made Alexander Johnson’s heart race uncontrollably. Each beat felt like it was teetering on the edge of a blade.
The veins on his neck bulged one by one, his fury surging. Finally, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He shouted at Chloe and slamd the door as he left.
"Hehehe... Hahahahaha..."
Chloe lay on the bed, listening to the sound of Alexander slamming the door as he left, and burst into wild, hysterical laughter again.
Laughter that tore at her heart. Laughter amidst streams of tears.
"Chloe Simpson, oh Chloe Simpson, what a pathetic existence you lead! How did things escalate to this point?"
"You worked so hard for so many years, got into a top-tier hospital, married a Ph.D. husband—almost all your classmates and friends envied you. But now..."
"Chloe, you’re truly remarkable, turning a hand of good cards into utter ss. And now, everything is over! Perfect—absolutely wonderful!"
Chloe wept and laughed, her state spiraling into madness. She didn’t know how long she kept going until exhaustion robbed her of even the strength to speak, and she finally stopped.
At that mont, a jagged streak of lightning cracked through the sky.
Followed by a torrential downpour spilling relentlessly.
Chloe turned her head to look at the gloomy skies outside, and the pouring rain.
The rain was heavy, so devastatingly heavy—it was a kind of rain she hadn’t seen in recent days.
Ha, how fitting of the heavens indeed.
Moreover, the rain continued to intensify, becoming heavier and heavier with no intention whatsoever of stopping.
It was as if the sky had collapsed, and floodwaters were bursting in—all-encompassing. Drenching and drowning everything in the world.
To be honest, at that mont, Chloe really wished such was the case.
The sky would collapse, a deluge would imrse everything, wiping away all that existed in this world. Let the Earth crumble and be destroyed!
But as her thoughts wandered, for so reason, watching the rain endlessly battering the world outside, her heart gradually cald down.
She just lay there, gazing out at the torrential rain pouring down outside the window.
Ti passed—long or short, she couldn’t quite tell—as waves of fatigue crept up on her. Slowly, drowsiness overtook her, and she fell into a deep sleep.
In this slumber, she felt as though she had slept for an eternity.
An eternity long enough to dream several distinct dreams.
Dreams about her and Alexander Johnson, and Lucas Hughes—a tangled web binding the three of them together, pushing and pulling endlessly.
In the final monts of the dreams, she returned to her childhood, eting Lucas Hughes as a child, as they beca inseparable childhood friends.
She was incredibly happy in that world, during that ti—it was just her and Lucas Hughes, no Alexander Johnson.
Yet, as the dreams went on, even the youthful version of Lucas Hughes slowly morphed into Alexander Johnson’s face.
"Ah!"
Chloe scread aloud as she jerked awake, drenched head to toe in cold sweat.
At the sa ti, the door burst open with a loud bang.
Outside the window, the rain continued pouring unabated as Alexander Johnson, reeking of alcohol, stord in.
Chloe instinctively wanted to leave the room, but as soon as she stood and took a step, Alexander was already there, pinning her against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Chloe! Why are you treating this way?"
Alexander’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression like that of a wounded child, questioning Chloe with an aggrieved voice.
He rembered—years ago, during their first eting, the rain was just as heavy, just as fierce.
"!" Chloe was stunned.
What did he an by asking why she treated him this way?
Every single ti, it was him who drove her to the edge of despair.
Just as Chloe was about to speak, Alexander shouted at her again, "Chloe, do you love Alexander Johnson that much? Huh?! Then what about ? What am I supposed to be?!"
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