This was the only thought that appeared in Lucas Morgan’s mind when faced with Chloe Grant.
Her lips were small, a bit rounded, and when dry, a little pale. But with a sip of water, they turned soft and red—like a delectable jelly, tempting him to devour them in one bite!
"Chloe, Mr. Morgan... what are you two doing?"
An abrupt voice intruded, breaking the gaze between Chloe Grant and Lucas Morgan, and they both turned away almost simultaneously!
Chloe Grant was frantic!
What was happening to her, why was she mesmerized by the scent and counting breaths?
At this moment, she couldn’t even tell if it was anxiety or something else, her heart felt like a jumbled puzzle, beating erratically, finding no rhythm.
Compared to Chloe’s panic, Lucas Morgan seemed exceptionally calm and composed.
At least, from the outside, he still wore that serious demeanor.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low.
His aloof aura naturally spread, making Lily Grant feel immense pressure and subconsciously step back.
"Grandpa Morgan... I’m here to find Chloe. The new clothes have arrived, and I wanted Chloe to try them on."
She even changed her manner of address.
"No need, her clothes are already prepared," Lucas replied.
"What?" Lily Grant was surprised.
Not only her, but even beside her, Chloe Grant was dumbfounded, turning her head to look at Lucas Morgan.
She hadn’t even tried on the clothes yet, when did they get ready?
Lucas Morgan didn’t respond to Chloe Grant, he just looked coldly at Lily Grant, "Anything else?"
From the first glance, he disliked this woman.
In fact, seeing her appear in front of him always annoyed him.
If not for Lucas, how could this woman have the chance to appear under his eyes?
Lily Grant was completely unnerved by Lucas Morgan’s cold demeanor, "Then, shall I leave first?"
Her questioning tone, but when she looked up, she realized Lucas Morgan paid her no mind.
Instead, he turned his head and said to Chloe Grant, "At next week’s banquet, since you don’t like so many people, just make a brief appearance and then return to the second floor. No one will disturb you."
Watching this, Lily felt a pang of bitterness as the man who had just been so cold to her and whose gaze was as sharp as a knife, spoke softly to Chloe Grant!
"Aren’t you leaving?"
Lucas Morgan lifted his eyelid impatiently.
"S-sorry." Lily Grant was flustered and dared not linger.
After walking a short distance, she couldn’t help but turn back, looking at the scene over by the pavilion, her heart bleeding with hate!
From childhood to adulthood, you’ve always taken what was mine. Now that you know who I like is Grandpa Morgan, you purposely draw close.
I won’t let you have a good ending! Slut!
In the pavilion, Chloe Grant was still feeling nervous, thinking about the previous scene.
And beside her, Lucas Morgan was already speaking to her about some details to watch for at the banquet.
Since childhood, Chloe Grant never liked attending these high-society banquets.
The first time before attending, it seemed interesting and she was quite curious.
Only later did she understand that these so-called banquets were merely arenas for the upper class to show off, business gatherings to forge connections.
The women, adorned in jewels, competed over their clothes, jewelry, and husbands.
While the men flaunted their career achievements, networking, and forming alliances.
For someone like her, it naturally was unappealing and utterly dull.