However, Lucas Hughes changed his mind halfway through.
Chloe Simpson is now staying with Emily Sterling, the two living together.
If sothing really happened, wouldn’t she have one more person helping her?
No, he couldn’t go to Emily Sterling’s place. He needed Chloe to co to him on her own.
Lucas thought about it for a mont, then headed straight back to Golden Sunshine Estate. Once ho, he called Chloe.
"Hello? Lucas, is sothing wrong?"
When Chloe received Lucas’s call, it was already eleven o’clock at night.
At this hour, she had already gone to bed but was woken up by the ringing of her phone. She opened her eyes, saw Lucas’s na on the screen, and glanced at the ti, instantly sobering up.
Thinking about how they had been divorced over a month now and hadn’t contacted each other during that ti.
For Lucas to call her so late, sothing must have happened.
"Chloe, I... I feel awful... I feel awful..."
As soon as Lucas heard Chloe answer the call, he began acting.
"What’s wrong, Lucas? What happened? Where are you right now?"
Chloe imdiately beca worried upon hearing Lucas speak so unwell.
"I... I’m ho... I... feel awful..."
Lucas deliberately ntioned he was at ho and then abruptly hung up the call.
"Hello? Lucas, are you okay?"
Chloe grew even more anxious now. Hearing the disconnected dial tone on the other end, she didn’t hesitate and hurriedly hailed a cab to Golden Sunshine Estate.
After all, when they divorced, Chloe had been deeply guilt-ridden and blad herself for everything that had gone wrong between them.
She continued to feel that she had wronged Lucas, and with Lucas consistently playing his role, she still retained feelings for him.
Naturally, she wouldn’t ignore Lucas’s situation.
Half an hour later, she arrived at Golden Sunshine Estate.
Standing at the door, Chloe found the lock had been replaced with a coded one by Lucas.
She picked up her phone to call Lucas, but while the call connected, no one answered, making her even more worried.
She called again and again, but still no answer.
Left with no choice, she decided to try unlocking the code lock herself.
She first input Lucas’s birthday and the passwords Lucas frequently used before, but after three attempts, none worked.
The lock would temporarily shut down if more than five failed attempts were made.
Chloe stared at the lock for a mont, then thought deeply before trying again—inputting the password from their forr shared bank account.
Still, the lock didn’t open, and Chloe stood there, gazing at the keypad, lost in thought. Eventually, one possibility ca to mind: their wedding anniversary.
But this was already her fifth and final attempt. If this didn’t work, the lock would freeze.
She hesitated for a long while before carefully inputting the numbers one by one.
The tension in her heart mounted with each digit she entered.
Until finally, after inputting the six digits, the lock beeped—opening with a sudden "click."
Chloe froze for a mont, stunned to discover the password was indeed their wedding anniversary.
Her heart twisted sharply with emotion.
This was precisely what Lucas had intended.
After all, they had been together for five years, and Lucas was the person who understood Chloe’s emotional attachnts better than anyone.
Once the password was accepted, Chloe rushed inside.
The living room was dark; only the bedroom light was on. Chloe didn’t stop to turn on any other lights but dashed straight into the bedroom.
Inside, Lucas was sprawled slightly off-kilter.
Chloe hurried over to him, "Lucas, Lucas, what’s wrong? Wake up."
"Mm? Chloe?"
Lucas pretended to wake up, launching into a dramatic performance.
"Chloe, is it really you? No, it can’t be you. I must be drunk—that’s why I’m hallucinating. No, I’m not drunk; this must be a dream. We’re divorced, how could you possibly be here with ?"
He grasped Chloe’s hand, his face filled with intense emotion, choking up as he spoke.
"It’s , Lucas. I’m Chloe. What’s happened to you? How much did you drink to end up like this? Are you uncomfortable? Your stomach hasn’t been well—I’ll go get you a glass of warm water."
Seeing Lucas in this state, Chloe’s heart throbbed painfully once more.
Almost automatically, as if they were still married, she began tending to him.
Lucas noticed Chloe moving, grabbing her back in one swift motion.
This was no joking matter. He didn’t call her over just to have her fetch water.
"No, Chloe, it’s not you. It must be another dream because every ti I dream, you’d say such things. But when I wake up, you’re never there."
"Chloe, even if it’s a dream, let stay in it a little longer, keep you by my side just for a little longer, alright? Mm? I feel so awful, so awful."
"Do you know? Since we got divorced, I’ve been struggling to sleep. Most nights, I need sleeping pills just to doze off. Every ti I close my eyes, all I see is you."
"This bed is our marriage bed. This room is our marital ho. Everything here was arranged together by us—full of our mories. Being here traps ; I can’t control myself. You’re constantly in my head."
"I even applied to transfer back to my original departnt, trying to distance myself from you. I thought it would help sleep. But I realized the farther I was from you, the more I missed you."
"Chloe, I’m sorry, I regret it—you know? I truly regret it, deeply. Why did I, as a grown man, hold onto such petty grievances? You were with Alexander Johnson...but you were also drunk. It was just an accident at the ti, right?"
"Why did I fixate on that? Even though afterwards, there were so many complications, none of them were your intention. The Young Master was the one who kept bothering you."
"Chloe, I regret divorcing you. But I didn’t dare tell you. I an, how could I, as a man who initiated the divorce, take it back? I know you detest n who break their promises."
"Besides, I couldn’t face asking for reconciliation. I was afraid you’d refuse, afraid that if I upset you, you’d block entirely. Then we wouldn’t even be friends anymore."
"Chloe, I’m sorry—hit , scold , call a bastard. I’m the worst person alive. But I miss you so much, Chloe. I miss you so, so much."
Lucas clung tightly to Chloe’s arm, refusing to let go, throwing her one emotional curveball after another. As he poured out his feelings, he began to test her boundaries, pulling her into an embrace.
If Chloe didn’t resist, then everything would naturally fall into place.
Tonight, he would thoroughly use this foolish woman to his advantage!
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