"Chloe, are you awake?" Lucas Morgan softly inquired.
Chloe Grant struggled for a moment, wanting to continue pretending to sleep, but somehow found herself responding, "Mm."
She turned over and opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Lucas frowned and waved his hand in front of her, but Chloe’s eyes showed no reaction.
She really couldn’t see.
He thought it was just rumors being exaggerated, never expecting...
"Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for the best doctor to help you regain your sight as soon as possible."
Chloe responded simply, then suddenly started laughing and said, "I remember once I suddenly went blind , for three days."
Lucas’s expression paused suddenly—
Chloe continued, "At that time, it was my first time being unable to see during the day. I was scared and panicked. There was no one around, only you. You took me to the doctor, applied ointment for me, fed me meals and medicine..."
Just like these past few days.
Back then, even though Chloe was blind, she still felt happy because the person she liked was taking care of her.
It was also the first time Chloe felt a gentleness and attentiveness from Lucas that she had never felt before.
Unlike his usual frivolous demeanor—
If they went out together and Chloe was dawdling, Lucas would mock her, scold her, and show disdain.
But during those three days of blindness, he didn’t!
He was patient, as if he had become a different person.
Earlier, Chloe thought carefully and realized... the seed of her feelings for Lucas was planted ten years ago, but it was the blind episode that truly reached her core.
His gentle patience completely ensnared her, drove her mad.
It seems... it happened just two years ago.
The second year after Matthew Morgan suddenly went abroad.
Just now, as Lucas was coaxing Lily, saying he’d take care of her for the next few days, Chloe was seriously pondering: if it hadn’t been for that bout of blindness two years ago, would she not have liked Lucas so much?
Would giving up on him now be easier and more complete?
Without so much reluctance, without so much piercing heartache.
"In a bit, Lily wants to come see you." Lucas suddenly spoke, moving past the topic of the blindness two years ago.
He seemed unwilling to discuss it.
Chloe shifted her head slightly, her eyes reflecting the light, watery, but lacking their usual liveliness.
She had single eyelids, small eyes, but they were very expressive, curving like crescents when she smiled.
Chloe didn’t care whether Lily was coming or not; at this moment, she only wanted to ask one question, "Why do you like Lily so much?"
She didn’t dare ask, why am I not as good as Lily?
Even if he wasn’t Lucas, wasn’t her uncle, just a regular crush with her, Chloe couldn’t bring herself to ask that question.
"She understands me." Lucas pulled up a chair and sat down.
He didn’t seem to have any intention of hiding it, speaking softly, "At first, I just thought she was your cousin. Sometimes, if you wanted to find me, you’d reach out through her. Then there was one conversation later..."
Lucas looked at Chloe, who was listening intently.
He continued, "We talked late that day, about many things; honestly, I can’t even remember the specifics without looking at the chat history.
But there was one thing she said that I’ll never forget in my life..."