"I said, I like you, Chloe Grant. Let’s be together!"
Lucas Morgan stared at her, his confession simple and direct, his gaze sincere!
Just the next second after Lucas Morgan seriously said those words, Chloe Grant suddenly pulled her hand away from his grasp!
Lucas Morgan only felt a slip in his palm, followed by emptiness.
He looked up, somewhat confused...
At this moment, Chloe Grant had already taken a step back.
"Haven’t you always liked me?" Lucas Morgan couldn’t understand Chloe Grant’s actions.
Chloe Grant just kept retreating.
Lucas Morgan wanted to approach her, but Chloe Grant extended her hand, "Don’t come any closer!"
There was already a distance of two to three meters between them, in such a dark night, it was impossible to see each other’s subtle expressions.
Lucas Morgan was a little confused, "Haven’t you always liked me? I didn’t know before, but now I know.
Chloe, are you angry? Angry that I didn’t clarify my feelings earlier, mistakenly directing them towards Lily Grant, so you’re still mad at me, right?"
As Lucas Morgan spoke, Chloe Grant kept retreating, shaking her head all the while.
"Chloe?" Lucas Morgan was unable to comprehend.
"I should be happy." Chloe Grant shook her head, murmuring.
"I’ve liked you for so long, so deeply. Liking you so much that I let go again and again, yet couldn’t forget.
They say if you keep someone in your thoughts, there’ll eventually be a response. At this moment, I should be happy..."
She seemed to be talking to Lucas Morgan, yet also to herself.
Why is there an empty feeling in her heart?
Both painful and bitter.
Why does she suddenly want to cry?
"I’m sorry. I must have hurt you a lot, because I didn’t clarify my feelings earlier. Don’t worry, from now on, I will cherish you, won’t hurt you, nor let you suffer any grievances."
Lucas Morgan moved slowly towards Chloe Grant, step by step, then reached his hand out to her, his gaze deep and earnest, "Chloe, give me another chance, let me cherish you, okay?"
"Let’s not miss each other again, be together, okay?"
Chloe Grant looked at his extended hand towards her, and then looked up at Lucas Morgan’s affectionate gaze... ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI★Fire.net
If it were before, hearing him say such words, she would have been deeply moved, would have rushed into Lucas Morgan’s arms without hesitation.
Her ten-year affection finally received an equivalent response on this night.
Her loved one finally reached out to her.
Why can’t she lift her hand and place it in his palm?
At this moment, she thought of someone else.
She wondered if he knew, how would he feel and what would he say if they were together?
Chloe Grant suddenly smiled, shaking her head as large tears fell down.
"Lucas Morgan..." she called his name, smiling at him through tears, "Feelings never wait in the same place. Once it’s wrong, there’s no turning back, no way to make up for it."
Chloe Grant sniffed, lowered her head, finally turned around, took a step, and left...
Lucas Morgan stood in place, as the cold wind blew, lifting Chloe Grant’s hair, and at the same time, the clothes on Lucas Morgan behind her.
He stood in place, maintaining the posture of reaching out to her, yet could only watch her leave...