After Lucas Morgan drove away, Chloe Grant was still standing there, tears of grievance streaming down her face.
She felt that Lucas was treating her like a fool.
Clearly there were two people last night, but he insisted it was just him.
However, thinking about it further, Chloe began to doubt herself and aligned her thoughts with Lucas's version.
Could it be that she really didn't see clearly last night?
Her ability to recognize things in the dark was quite poor, and she had a bad memory, could it be... that she was just seeing things because of nervousness?
But what about afterwards?
What about those intense moments, those passions shared, were they all just a figment of Chloe's imagination?
If it was really just a dream, how wonderful that would be?
But Chloe was not stupid, after all. She was not drunk last night and was clear-headed, aware of what she was doing.
Chloe helplessly squatted down, hugging herself.
The summer night's wind blew, and she felt a chill penetrate her, and her frail body began to shiver.
Matthew Morgan received Lucas Morgan's message and walked out of the hotel entrance, only to see Chloe Grant squatting on the roadside at a glance.
Even though it was already past nine, close to ten, this road was still bustling.
Amidst the throngs of people and vehicles, she sat alone at the corner, appearing lonely and solitary.
Like a child nobody wants or loves.
Matthew's face darkened, he adjusted his collar with his right hand, and walked towards Chloe Grant.
When he approached her, he didn't call out but directly grabbed her arm, pulling her up.
The sudden movement startled Chloe. Looking up to find it was Matthew, she didn't dare make a sound.
She was clearly crying.
Her big eyes were swollen, tear stains not yet dry on her face, her hair was a mess, and her collar askew.
Matthew frowned, a violent anger arose in his usually calm eyes.
Upon seeing this, Chloe immediately shook off Matthew's hand and quickly tidied her collar and hair.
Her heart was trembling fiercely.
"Stand properly," Matthew ordered impatiently.
Chloe dared not move an inch. At this moment, she stood like a student standing at attention, not even daring to exhale.
She felt wronged in her heart too.
Why is it that this daunting man came back and started tormenting her again?
Three years ago, when he suddenly left, Chloe didn't know how long she had cheered, having lived a relaxed and happy life since.
Now he's back, and Chloe has resumed living a cautious life as before.
This man not only was cold but had obsessive compulsive disorder, and his mood was unpredictable, his cruelty had no bounds when it surfaced.
Just standing in front of her now gave Chloe immense pressure.
It felt like every passing second was torture.
After a while, Chloe didn't know how long passed, feeling it was quite some time, Matthew finally deigned to speak, "Follow me."
"Huh?" Chloe didn't understand.
Matthew had already turned around, with his right hand in his pants pocket, his left hand casually hanging by his thigh, exuding steadiness.
The light outlined his upright back, casting the scenes and people ahead into insignificance, leaving only his aloof and noble silhouette gleaming brilliantly.
Grandpa Morgan of the imperial city, unparalleled in the world.
Even though she feared him, Chloe had to admit, this man was so extraordinary that the whole world paled in comparison.
Just his silhouette could captivate all.
Chloe found herself a bit dazed, and Matthew had walked almost half a block before she realized it.