Chapter 422 Why Did I Like You
In the hospital ward, folks were coming and going non-stop. Chloe didn't wanna get into it with him.
She wanted out of the marriage, but she knew it wouldn't be a walk in the park.
Chloe flicked her long hair back, looking all cool and detached. "Enough already, let's quit pointing fingers! I got stuff to do this afternoon; let's just get outta here first!"
With that, she strutted out.
Andrew grabbed her hand, his eyes intense. "At least let me take you home."
Chloe shot him a quiet look.
Andrew's throat bobbed, and he said softly, "I messed up, and you don't wanna talk to me; that's fine. But I'm still Gavin's dad. We can't dodge each other forever, right?"
Chloe knew what he was up to.
He wanted to wear her down, make her soften up.
But how could he bring a dead heart back to life?
She yanked her hand away. "Do whatever you want!"
Nathan handled the discharge papers. After wrapping it up, he grinned and said, "I gotta head to work. Let Andrew take you home."
The car was downstairs, and Gavin was already inside.
Andrew was behind the wheel.
Chloe sat quietly in the back and gave the address.
Andrew glanced back. "Don't you usually sit up front?"
Chloe turned her face away. "People change."
Her words had layers.
Andrew got it, his face darkened but he kept quiet.
Half an hour later, they pulled up to a fancy apartment building.
It was a 2,600 square foot duplex.
The place was decked out, and the view was killer.
Andrew carried Gavin upstairs, looking around and thinking of the old place. His heart ached, and he couldn't help but kiss his son.
Gavin, just getting over a nasty illness, was wiped out.
Andrew carried him to his room, tucked him in. Even though it was late April, Gavin's feet were still ice-cold.
Andrew leaned against the bed.
He took off his jacket and placed Gavin's little feet on his own stomach.
It was warm and cozy there.
Gavin liked the warmth but was still mad at his dad, so he leaned against the pillow without a word.
Andrew's heart melted.
He touched Gavin's little feet.
Gavin pouted, hugged the pillow, and slowly drifted off.
As Gavin slept, his body warmed up, and his little feet got toasty.
Andrew gently put his feet down.
He sat beside Gavin, carefully looking at his features, reluctantly caressing him.
Chloe stood at the door.
Andrew noticed her and knew she wanted him gone. He said softly, "Let me stay with him for a bit, okay?"
His words were almost pleading.
Chloe spoke calmly, "Fine! But don't take him out."
Andrew felt like he was choking.
She didn't say a word of blame, but every word was blaming.
After a long silence, he finally said, "I get it."
Chloe had to head out. He instinctively followed. "I'll drive you."
Chloe had already changed and was putting on her shoes at the door. She said calmly, "I can drive myself! If I don't wanna drive, I'll get a driver."
Andrew quietly watched her.
Chloe finished putting on her shoes and stood up. After a moment, she said, "Andrew, I let you come over because of Gavin. I don't want him growing up with hate. I want him to know his dad still loves him! But that's all there is between us. Don't expect more."
Andrew's face went pale.
He still wouldn't agree to the divorce.
Chloe didn't push it either. She just kept on with her life, taking care of the kid.
When Andrew wanted to see Gavin, she always made sure a nanny was around.
Their relationship was ice-cold.
Usually, Andrew would hit her up on Facebook, talking about Gavin.
Chloe barely replied.
So he'd call, until she got so annoyed she had to pick up. They didn't say much, but he insisted on calling every night. After hanging up, Chloe always felt super bummed.
He acted like he cared! But when it mattered, she was always the one left hanging.
One cool night, she suddenly felt like having some wine.
The nanny had gone home, and Gavin was asleep. Chloe grabbed a bottle of red wine, poured herself a glass, and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, sipping in silence.
She came from money and had no bad habits.
The craziest thing she ever did was fall for Andrew.
Thinking of Andrew, the rich red wine turned bitter, sliding down her throat and breaking her heart.
She lost track of how much she drank, just feeling that the slight buzz was kinda nice.
Her phone rang a bunch of times.
It was Andrew calling.
He always found some excuse to talk to her, but tonight Chloe didn't wanna hear it. After about two minutes, she couldn't take it anymore.
Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the night.
Her voice had a sultry edge. "Andrew, can you just give me one quiet night?"
Andrew paused. "You've been drinking!"
"Yeah, I have! So what? Andrew, do you still think I'm the Chloe who worshipped you and couldn't live without you? I'm not! I haven't been for a long time!"
Andrew went silent.
"You're drunk! I'll come over to take care of Gavin."
"He's asleep!"
Andrew hung up.
Chloe tossed her phone and lay on the sofa, lost in thought.
In the dark, a small body snuggled up to her. Soft and warm.
"Gavin?" Chloe was startled.
She put down her wine glass, not wanting him to see her drinking.
Gavin knelt beside her, touched her head, and asked softly, "Mom, does your head hurt?"
Chloe felt a bit sad. Her voice was raspy, with a hint of tears. "No."
It was just a failed marriage, just a man who didn't value them. So what? Compared to years ago, things were much better now.
At least she could give Gavin the best life, the best education.
They lived in a big house.
The rest didn't matter.
Gavin thought she was lying. If she drank, her head must hurt.
Gavin, wearing slippers, ran to the bathroom to get a warm towel, then carefully placed it on her forehead.
Chloe felt much better.
Gavin leaned dependently in her arms.
He talked to his mom, asking a little about his dad. "Are you really gonna divorce Dad?"
Chloe, a bit tipsy, was not fully clear-headed.
But she didn't want to badmouth Andrew in front of Gavin.
She leaned her head back slightly, mumbling, "Dad and I just aren't right for each other, but he loves you."
Gavin lay in her arms.
He said, "Dad loves you too! But he messed up."
Chloe felt very sad.
Maybe it was their time wandering outside, Gavin was more mature than kids his age. Thinking of the day he ran back to their old home when he was unhappy, Chloe felt sorry for him.
She wanted to carry Gavin back to the bedroom, but her head was spinning.
Instead, Gavin dragged a blanket over, covered her, and snuggled in to keep her warm.
Late at night, the door lock turned softly.
A tall figure slipped in, not bothering with the lights, quickly adjusting to the dark.
The room was filled with the rich aroma of red wine.
On the sofa, Chloe and Gavin were cuddled up, Chloe's face looking innocent and cute as she slept.
Seeing this, Andrew realized just how much he missed them.
He quietly watched for a bit before gently lifting Gavin from her arms.
Gavin woke up. He rubbed his eyes and found himself in his dad's arms.
He tried to stay awake but was too sleepy, so he just lay on Andrew's shoulder and mumbled, "Andrew." Andrew gently patted his bottom.
After putting Gavin to bed, he turned back to deal with the woman who had been drinking.
She didn't even notice her son being taken away.
Maybe she was a bit warm. She had kicked off the blanket, revealing a graceful body in a burgundy shirt and a knee-length silk skirt. Mature and alluring.
Andrew picked her up.
She had lost a lot of weight recently, her waist so thin it was almost unreal.
Chloe was drunk. Her body was soft, letting Andrew carry her to the bedroom.
Sinking into the soft bed, she let out a sigh of comfort.
Her voice was raspy and seductive.
Andrew knelt by the bed, unbuttoning her shirt to make her more comfortable.
But after undoing three buttons, he paused slightly.
Her underwear was also red, and her cheeks were flushed.
What man wouldn't be tempted?
Andrew loved her, and she was the only woman he had been with all these years.
He couldn't help but lean down and kiss her.
The drunk woman, her body soft and without resistance, opened herself up, her lips slightly parted, letting him kiss her. The wet, warm feeling made her head spin even more.
She unconsciously murmured, "Andrew!"
One kiss wasn't enough for him.
He had only wanted to make her comfortable at first.
He deepened the kiss, starting to caress her body. The drunk woman obediently enjoyed it.
In the heat of the moment, he whispered her name by her neck, "Chloe."
She became a bit more conscious.
She turned her head and saw his face in the dim light, then became dazed again.
It was Andrew. Why was he here? Weren't they separated? How did he get into her house?
Chloe shook her head, but her mind couldn't think straight. She only knew she didn't want to be held by him. No, they shouldn't be having such intimate relations anymore.
She pushed him away forcefully but couldn't get out of bed.
Andrew, above her, was aroused and couldn't control himself.
The heat of passion was about to ignite.
It was easy for him to possess her.
Chloe turned her face away in embarrassment, covering her eyes with her hand, and said softly, "Andrew, why did I ever like you?"
Andrew's body stiffened.
All the passion and impulse vanished. Only guilt remained.
He looked at the girl he once loved; now she was filled with resentment to him, with no trace of the affection they once had.
Andrew was unwilling. He pulled her hand away, leaned over her, and kissed her wildly.
Chloe cried. Tears flowed down her cheeks to her neck, finally falling between their bodies, cold and uncomfortable.
Andrew's eyes were also moist.
He knew she was somewhat sober, just unwilling to face him.
He whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, "Chloe, can you talk to me? You haven't talked to me properly in a long time! When I call, you're always busy, and we can't say much. When I want to see you, you get annoyed. Tell me, how can I get you to forgive me?"
By the end, his heart was in pieces.
In the darkness, Chloe listened silently. But she didn't want to respond because it was too late.
In reality, there aren't many second chances.
She quietly pushed him away, pulled up the blanket. Andrew felt heartbroken. He reached under the blanket to unbutton her shirt.
"Andrew!"
"Take off your clothes and sleep!"
His voice was incredibly gentle, but she no longer wanted to savor it. She just wanted to fall asleep quickly.
Dawn was breaking.
Chloe woke up from her hangover, her head pounding.
Sitting up, she found herself in a cotton nightgown, and all the memories of last night came flooding back.
Andrew had been here. Those passionate kisses and touches were real.
Her body told her they hadn't gone all the way, but the kissing and touching were enough to make her uncomfortable.
At that moment, the smell of porridge wafted through the air.
Chloe put on a coat and went out.
The nanny she had hired wasn't there.
In the kitchen, a man was seriously making breakfast. At his age, he still maintained a good figure.
He was wearing a light blue shirt and black trousers. Just his back was pleasing to the eye.
Chloe stood behind him, watching quietly, her eyes slightly wet.
This scene reminded her of the past.
Years ago, when their relationship was still a secret, they had a small home on Broadway. Every time he came over, they would be intimate there.
Afterward, she would be exhausted and fall asleep.
And he would be in the kitchen, making all sorts of delicious food for her.
The sweeter the past, the more she hated him now.
Andrew turned and saw her.
His gaze deepened, his expression gentle as if nothing had happened. "You're up. Does your head hurt?"
Chloe walked over. She asked calmly, "How do you have a key to my house?"
"I made one! To conveniently take care of Gavin."
Chloe felt anger rising and spoke harshly, "Taking care of him like when he got lost?"
Andrew's face changed. But he said nothing, continuing to make breakfast.
Chloe spoke softly behind him, "Give me the key! If you want to see your son, call ahead. Don't just show up; it's inconvenient and inappropriate."
Andrew didn't want to give it.
She reached into his pocket, and Andrew's body tensed.
With a turn, he pressed her against the counter, somewhat suppressing his emotions. "Don't touch! Or face the consequences."
Chloe spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "Didn't get enough last night?"
Andrew let her go and continued making breakfast.
His voice was soft. "You know the answer."
Chloe sneered and walked out of the kitchen. Andrew called her to have breakfast. She paused. "I don't want to eat anything you make! Andrew, do you really not understand or are you pretending? We're over. I want a divorce! No matter how gentle and considerate you act, it won't work!"
She paused and added, "Don't make me hate you!"
Andrew's movements stopped. His face turned pale.
After a long time, he slowly put the finished breakfast on plates, all things Chloe and Gavin liked.
"Take your time eating! I'm leaving now!"
He said softly, then walked to the door, changed his shoes, and left.
The door closed gently, and Chloe cried silently.
Why, when she had clearly given up and wanted to forget, wouldn't he let her go?
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