Chapter 8
Chloe had no idea when she had moved on, but curiosity got the better of her. How far would Lucas go for Linda?
In the bedroom, silence hung between them. Lucas was out on the balcony, calling Linda. He had been comforting her for half an hour, yet every now and then, sobs could still be heard. Lucas kept at it, tirelessly.
Chloe couldn’t help but think back to when she and Lucas were dating. He had never been this patient with her. They knew each other too well. So well that the first time Lucas tried to kiss her, she burst out laughing at his reddening ears.
"Chloe! What’s so funny?" young Lucas had asked, frustrated.
"Looking at your mouth reminded me of when we were kids, raiding that beehive. You ended up with swollen, sausage-like lips from the bee stings. And your ears were so pink – you looked like a pig."
Chloe had laughed so hard she had to lean forward. Lucas fumed, and after that, he never tried to kiss her again. After two years of dating, she hadn’t even had her first kiss. It felt like a failure.
If she hadn’t met that man, Chloe might have reached 23 without knowing what a kiss felt like. The image of him flashed through her mind. When he kissed her, she remembered his passionate, rogue demeanor – like a reincarnated incubus that ensnared souls.
Chloe smiled to herself. Just three hours had gone by after breaking up with him, and she already missed him a bit...
She picked up her phone and scrolled to his number. She had saved it as "Trophy Boy." She was surprised that after three years of being with him, she had never even asked for his real name. ButBelongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
it wasn’t her fault. They always met at night and went straight to the point. In the heat of the moment, they’d call each other "baby" or "love."
Chloe suddenly felt like she was the careless one. She had sex with this man without even knowing who he was. As she was lost in thought, her phone vibrated. The caller ID showed "Trophy Boy."
Chloe stared at the phone, hesitating for a few seconds before finally answering. "Miss me already?" Her voice had a seductive softness that could melt anyone’s heart.
There was silence for a moment. Then, a low, restrained voice came through. "Where are you now?"
"At home."
"Come over now. Greenpeace Estate. I want to see you."
Chloe twirled her hair absentmindedly, her voice casual. "I can’t, I told you, my husband is back. I have to spend tonight with him."
"Chloe, you can't sleep with him," the man was raising his voice. He was clearly losing control.
"Alright, don’t make a fuss. If you’re not happy about the money I gave you after our breakup, I’ll give you a store. Then, you won’t need to work at the Diamond Club anymore."
"Chloe, it’s not about that. Do you even know who I am?"
"It doesn’t matter who you are. It’s over between us."
Compared to the man’s anger, Chloe’s voice remained soothing, almost as if she was pacifying a child. At that moment, Lucas finished his call and came back inside.
Chloe purposefully smiled brightly. "Alright, my husband is here. You should get some sleep, too."
The man on the phone roared, "Chloe, don’t you dare hang up..."
Click! She ended the call. Chloe also switched her phone to do not disturb mode, placing it face down on the balcony.
Lucas glanced at her, frowning. "Who was that?"
Chloe’s smile was serene. "A boyfriend of mine."