"You don’t need to feel guilty."
Matthew Morgan reached out and gently patted Chloe Grant’s head, "You’ve never needed to feel guilty."
If you’re so guilty, what should I do?
At this moment, Chloe Grant only felt that this dream was more real than any before.
"The thought of how I lived those three years recklessly and without a care makes me feel inhuman!
You came back, and yet I still told you I hoped you’d never come back..."
Those three simple words couldn’t possibly convey the guilt in her heart completely.
Apart from saying these most useless three words, Chloe Grant didn’t know what to do.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry..." She kept repeating, holding on tightly.
Matthew Morgan furrowed his brow, "I told you, you don’t need to feel guilty!"
He pulled Chloe Grant out, pinched her chin, and wiped the tears from her face.
His expression was serious, "In the future, you’re not allowed to let me hear such words from you."
Matthew Morgan was inherently a very aloof person, with a strong presence. These sharp words scared Chloe Grant into forgetting to react.
She was feverish, in a state of confusion, blinking her eyes for a long time...
At one moment, it felt real.
And at another moment, it felt... like a dream!
Meanwhile, Matthew Morgan had already softened his expression, his eyes gentle, "Behave yourself, don’t think about these things. None of this has ever had anything to do with you."
He gently soothed her.
Chloe Grant’s expression was very dull, completely unsure of how to respond.
Matthew Morgan gently held her, letting her lie down, and covered her with a blanket.
"Sleep," Matthew Morgan said, "after a nap, everything will be fine."
After this nap, the dream will end.
Chloe Grant quickly closed her eyes.
The red wine from last night was clearly problematic. As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell deeply asleep in no time. Fresh chapters posted on novel※fire.net
Matthew Morgan silently watched her, then took a hot towel to wipe her face.
After that, Chloe Grant didn’t wake up again, and her fever subsided.
When the sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window the next morning, it disturbed the person on the bed.
Chloe Grant tiredly opened her eyes, using her hand to block the sunlight.
Today’s sun seemed particularly bright.
She rubbed her head, feeling a little groggy.
As she got up, the back of her head throbbed with pain.
Chloe Grant fumbled around for a while, finally coming to a bit, then sat on the bed, her eyes unfocused on a certain spot, and began to daze out.
It seemed like she dreamt again last night...
Dreamt of holding Uncle Morgan, crying and crying...
In the end, Uncle Morgan seemed very impatient, directly pinching her chin, telling her not to cry.
Chloe Grant tilted her head, trying hard to recall, but it was all a blur, unable to clearly remember anything specific.
In the end, she gave up helplessly.
It’s been two years, and such dreams happen frequently, but she can hardly remember them after waking up.
Just that his presence lingered... and a sour pain would fill her heart.
She kind of wanted to cry...
Chloe Grant shook her head, suppressing these thoughts, and got out of bed after lifting the blanket.
But... as she stood up, all her actions suddenly stopped!
She looked at the unfamiliar room, yet familiar styling...
This is the Royal Hotel!
Looking down, she realized she was wearing pajamas!!
And at this moment, Chloe Grant vaguely smelled the aroma of food wafting over...