Chapter 322 He Called Her Name in His Dreams
On Christmas, she got the toy rabbit.
Even though Charlotte didn't spill the beans, Chloe had a hunch it was from Andrew.
That night, she lay on her white bed, hugging the rabbit tight.
She thought about Andrew.
She figured getting a gift meant she should say thanks. Plus, it was New Year's; she should wish him a Merry Christmas.
Finally, she shot him a message on Facebook: [Merry Christmas, Andrew!]
After what felt like forever, he finally replied: [Merry Christmas.]
Just those two words made Chloe tear up. She buried her face in the blanket and cried quietly, crying for all the feelings she couldn't let out.
If she liked any other guy, she could just tell him.
But this was Andrew!
And he was Charlotte's uncle.
Chloe hated herself for it, but she couldn't help liking him. Normally, she didn't care about the news, but she started watching TV and reading newspapers. Sometimes she'd eavesdrop when Patrick and Frederick talked about him.
But deep down, she knew he wasn't hers!
Over in Copenhagen, Andrew, dressed sharp in a suit, sat in his office, staring at his phone like he was in a trance.
Nathan barged in.
"Mr. Devereux, you ready? Everyone's waiting for you to give a pep talk!"
Andrew didn't budge.
Nathan walked over and asked softly, "Mr. Devereux, what's up?"
Andrew pointed at his phone and grinned. "Chloe sent me a message!"
'She must've got the gift and loved it,' he thought.
Too bad he couldn't give it to her himself.
Andrew slipped his phone into his pocket. When he stood up, the smile vanished, replaced by the serious Andrew everyone looked up to.
Nathan followed him, sighing under his breath.
Outside, it was buzzing. After Andrew said a few words, he had dinner with his team.
Late at night, he was hammered after the party!
Sitting in the back seat of the car, he kept staring at Chloe's message and told Nathan, "You have no idea how much I wanna drop everything and just chill for a month. How much I wish I was ten years younger!"
Then maybe he'd have the guts to stand under the fireworks, watching her smile.
Nathan listened, his heart racing, and after they got out of the car, he helped Andrew into the house.
Adeline, feeling bad for Andrew, took care of him herself.
In the middle of the night, Andrew felt someone gentle beside him. He grabbed the wrist and whispered, "Chloe!"
Adeline didn't catch it clearly.
But it sounded like a girl's name.
Adeline slapped Andrew's hand hard.
Andrew snapped out of it immediately.
He remembered who he had just dreamed of, feeling a bit awkward, his refined face showing a slight blush.
Adeline said, "What's the point of calling her name in your dreams? Marry her into the Devereux family and have kids; that's what you should do!"
Andrew sat up, pulled out a cigarette.
He smoked half of it in silence, then smiled faintly. "Mom, it's nothing!" After that, he put out the cigarette and headed to the bathroom.
Adeline was taken aback, thinking, 'What did Andrew just call?'
In the bathroom, Andrew leaned against the wall, taking a shower.
Warm water flowed from head to toe, his vision blurred, but he knew very clearly that he indeed liked her. During the past six months of their quarrel, he hadn't flirted with other women, no matter how beautiful and sensible they were.
Knowing there was no future with her, he still stupidly stayed loyal, scared that if Chloe saw him with someone else, even if she just frowned, it'd bug him for ages.
Andrew chuckled to himself.
They had no contact, even though he often went on business trips to Syeattel.
They saw each other a few times, but only from afar.
The game-changer was when Charlotte's house blew up.
That morning, he was in a meeting when Charlotte called, crying, "Andrew, save me!"
He bolted to Syeattel.
Charlotte was already in the hospital, covered in blood, struggling to give birth.
He'd always remember standing outside the delivery room, his heart about to leap out of his chest.
He had already lost his sister; he couldn't lose Charlotte too.
Andrew, with red eyes, asked, "Where's Frederick?"
The Hawkins family of three was there.
Laura was crying her eyes out, Patrick shook his head helplessly. Finally, Chloe said softly, "He went to Novaria to handle a case for Katherine!"
Andrew was fuming at that moment.
Chloe, trembling, called out Andrew's name, and the harsh words he was about to say got stuck in his throat.
He went into the delivery room to see Charlotte, and he came out about 10 minutes later.
The baby was in bad shape. Charlotte could've given up, but she insisted on giving birth, even if it meant breaking two ribs.
The corridor outside the delivery room was dead quiet. Andrew leaned against the wall, looking up slightly, his eyes burning, like something was about to fall.
The wait felt like forever.
Charlotte was in labor for 16 hours, and it was only late at night that she finally gave birth to a tiny baby.
Lola was in rough shape due to being premature and was immediately sent to the ICU by the nurse, and the family hadn't even had a chance to see her.
The doctor came out and explained the situation, gently suggesting they brace themselves and keep an eye on the mom's emotions.
The hot tears in Andrew's eyes finally fell.
It was the first time Chloe saw him cry. In her mind, he was always strong, like nothing could break him.
In the second half of the night, he didn't sleep, smoking outside.
In the early morning, Andrew walked into the ward, Laura had gone to the service desk, and Chloe drifted off to sleep, curled up on the edge of Charlotte's bed.
Andrew gently patted her shoulder.
Chloe woke up immediately, opened her sleepy eyes, and called out Andrew's name in a daze.
"You still remember I'm your Andrew." His voice was hoarse, saying something ambiguous.
But Chloe had no time to think about it because, in this situation, her feelings were insignificant. She only hoped Charlotte would be okay, and Lola would be okay.
She let Andrew talk to Charlotte.
She herself ran to the ICU ward door, looking inside through a glass door, but she couldn't see anything. She leaned against the glass door, silently crying.
Lola must not have any problems!
She didn't know if Frederick and Charlotte could be as good as before, but she wanted Lola to live well. Lola was so small and cute.
Not far away, Andrew stood quietly.
He heard what Chloe was saying.
Nathan gently persuaded, "You should eat something. You haven't eaten for a whole day and night; how can you go on like this?"
Andrew turned around and said softly, "Bring her breakfast."
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