Matthew Morgan has always been methodical since he was young, needing everything around him to be within his control.
However, Chloe Grant became the exception in his life.
At twenty, Matthew Morgan would climb walls and windows just to secretly watch Chloe Grant’s sleeping face in the dead of night.
He did nothing, just sat silently beside her, sneaking glances at her.
In summer, he’d adjust the AC temperature for her.
In winter, he’d tuck her in with a blanket.
If she was thirsty at night, he’d pour her water.
Chloe Grant knew nothing about it, she would forget everything when she woke up.
Sometimes, Matthew Morgan would overhear Chloe Grant’s sleep talk at night and would smile foolishly like a love-struck youth.
In those years, in his twenties, he was young, harboring feelings for a girl that the whole world knew nothing about. He silently guarded her, watched her every move in secret.
He knew she liked eating fruit, but found it too troublesome to eat because it always left her hands a mess, so she simply gave it up.
When Chloe Grant chatted with his mother, he would sit next to them, pretending to be interested in TV dramas, while he was actually peeling the white fibers off an orange.
As soon as he was done, Chloe Grant’s gaze turned hotly in his direction, though she dared not ask him for it.
Matthew Morgan took a bite with an air of nonchalance and then frowned, intentionally saying, "It’s awful."
He put the orange back in the fruit basket.
In that moment, Chloe Grant’s eyes sparkled like she had just discovered something amazing...!
Though Matthew Morgan had his back to her, he could see Chloe Grant’s little expressions in the mirror on the wall in front of them.
Obviously wanting to eat, yet too afraid to take it... Simply adorable!
He stifled a laugh, accidentally letting it out.
His mother beside him was startled, staring at him in shock!
This usually stern and serious eldest son of hers, interested in idol dramas was already odd enough, but now he was even laughing?
Could it be... he was in love?
In truth, no matter what kind of person one is, when they have someone they like in their heart, they become extraordinarily soft.
In his twenties, he was still young and tender.
By the time he reached thirty, he had become completely reserved, quietly staying by her side.
Understanding everything about her, being good to her, though she knew nothing about it...
But what does it matter?
Loving her has always been his business alone.
His heart was given to her ten years ago, whether she crushes it, tramples it, or ignores it... he doesn’t mind.
Since it can’t be retrieved, what’s the harm in giving it to her?
Matthew Morgan looked at the sleeping Chloe Grant, his gaze growing gentler, reaching out to smooth Chloe Grant’s slightly ruffled hair.
Chloe Grant had many dreams in this slumber, though she couldn’t quite remember the scenes in them.
It seemed as if they were things that had happened before, yet also felt unreal.
She opened her eyes, the light was a bit harsh, causing her to rub them painfully.
Wanting to move, she felt discomfort from the wound on her back, so she decided to just lie on the hospital bed, unwilling to move.
Her hand unconsciously began to search for the phone beside the bed.
She wasn’t fully awake yet.
After fumbling on the bed for a long time without finding the phone, she grew a bit irritated, removed her hand from her eyes, glanced around, and finally found it on the bedside table.
Without thinking, Chloe Grant reached out to grab it.
Once she had the phone in hand and unlocked it, she was suddenly jolted as if electrocuted, then left utterly dumbfounded...