Chapter 119 Chloe Vanishes
When they returned to the villa, Chloe was seemingly fast asleep.Even in slumber, her delicate brows were furrowed. It suggested that she was ensnared by a nightmare, with a sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead.
Ethan Wilson frowned with concern and lifted her from the car again, carrying her straight to the sanctuary of his own bed where her brows gradually relaxed.
As Ethan eased off Chloe's shoes and reached to pull the covers over her, suddenly, her eyes fluttered open and she clasped his large hand tightly.
"Did I wake you?" Ethan asked, his smile gentle.
"Where is this?"
Chloe glanced around Ethan's bedroom, realization dawning upon her.
"This is my place. You fell asleep, so I brought you here directly. It's late—keep sleeping or maybe take a bath. I'll be next door!"
With a tender touch, Ethan smoothed away the stray locks from her forehead.
"Can you stay and hold me tonight?" Chloe clung to Ethan's hand as if she feared he might dash away at any moment.
Their gazes locked and Ethan was struck by the deep longing in her eyes. The thought of heading to any other room vanished, and he leaned in to kiss her lush, inviting lips.
It wasn't until Chloe's breaths became labored that she gently pushed Ethan away.
"It's late. We should sleep."
Her cheeks were flushed, her breaths quick as she whispered to Ethan.
Spurred by excitement, Ethan plunged into the covers and wrapped his arms tightly around the beauty before him. "Chloe, be mine, will you?"
Startled, Chloe's body tensed but then she nestled closer into his embrace. "I want to, but... it's just not a good time today."
Ethan's face fell, as if he had been doused with an unexpected cold shower.
"I'm just not up for it tonight—it's that time of the month"
Hoping Ethan wouldn't misunderstand, Chloe felt impelled to clarify.
"I was just kidding. It's late, let's sleep.I'm happy just holding you," Ethan said, embracing Chloe more firmly and giving a wistful nod.
Every man understands the unique agony of holding the woman he desires for the first time yet being able to do nothing more. Though Ethan claimed a desire for sleep, rest was the furthest thing from his mind.
"I'm sorry, Ethan... I didn't mean to deceive you, forgive me!"
Chloe closed her eyes, but two tears uncontrollably slipped down her cheeks. Ethan Wilson, however, failed to notice.
The night passed without conversation. As dawn broke, they quickly got up and left the villa.
Chloe, showing no intention of going to work or returning home like the day before, insisted Ethan join her for another round of escapades across Novaria City. They zipped from one attraction to the next, capturing moments of laughter at every corner with their phones.
But as dusk settled, the person neither Ethan nor Chloe wished to see appeared once again.
"Miss, it's time to go home," Greg said, his gaze on Chloe laden with unspoken depth.
"This car is now yours. I'll go back with Greg. Ethan Wilson... I love you," Chloe declared. With reluctance gripping her, she held onto Ethan's hand, then threw caution to the wind and kissed him fiercely on the lips.
Ethan's eyes widened in shock, not expecting Chloe to make such a bold move in front of Greg. And Greg, witnessing the scene, felt his eyes twitch and veins in his neck bulge, fighting the urge to intervene, yet pretending he saw nothing, he turned his head away in exasperation.
He knew this was the last time – Chloe's final act of rebellion.
"I'm off. Remember to miss me!" Chloe quickly let go of Ethan's grasp, flashed him one last captivating smile, and slipped into the Mercedes Greg had driven over.
Greg gave Ethan a lingering look before he followed her into the car.
It wasn't until the vehicle vanished from sight that Ethan snapped back to reality, suddenly filled with a desire to chase after it, a sense of losing something crucial.
Ultimately, he dismissed the ludicrous thought and stood staring blankly at the white BMW 5 Series that belonged to Chloe.
Another night, Ethan lay in bed at the villa, seemingly still enveloped by Chloe's presence in the sheets, a feeling of yearning and warmth he never experienced with Jayden Wilson.
He slept soundly that night. However, when he woke up the next morning eager to wish Chloe a good morning, he was met with silence – her phone was unreachable.
"Has she not woken up, or did she just forget to charge her phone?" Ethan wondered, a hint of concern woven with hope.
Without giving it much thought, Ethan Wilson grabbed his essentials and left his house. He jumped into the BMW 5 Series Chloe had left behind and made a beeline for her company, only to find out that she hadn't shown up for work.
"By the way, Mr. Wilson, Miss Miller left instructions. She’s handed the company reins over to you for now. Seems like some urgent business has her tied up and unable to manage things herself," Bella, the vice president, mentioned offhandedly as Ethan prepared to wait in Chloe’s office.
"Run the company?" Ethan was taken aback.
"That's right, Miss Miller told me over the phone last night to follow your lead from now on!" Bella affirmed with a nod.
As if a movie reel had suddenly started playing in his mind, Ethan pieced together the bizarre events of the past few days, prompting an abrupt realization. He dashed out of the office, frantically trying Chloe's number as he sprinted towards the parking lot—only to be met with her voicemail.
Getting into his car to dash to Chloe’s villa, Ethan’s escape was thwarted by a black Porsche 911 blocking his way. He honked impatiently, ready to tell the driver to move it, when Sarah emerged from the driver's seat.
"Get out, there’s no use chasing her down. We need to talk," she said, her face an unreadable mask.
With a frown, Ethan complied and stepped out of the car, his gaze fixed intently on Sarah.
"Let’s talk in the office. Chloe left something for you," Sarah stated as she made her way to the elevator.
Ethan followed, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Where is Chloe?" he demanded the moment they stepped into the office.
"Her grandfather’s health took a turn for the worse. The family asked her to spend time with the old man. She won't be back for a while," Sarah explained, handing over a document folder. "She's transferred all her assets in Novaria to you, including the company. You're the boss now."
"Why? Why would she do this? Why didn't she tell me herself?"
How could Ethan Wilson so easily accept Sarah's explanation? With each passing day, the strange occurrences surrounding Chloe seemed less like mishaps and more like a series of haunting goodbyes.
"There's a letter inside. Everything will make sense once you've read it," Sarah advised, gesturing for Ethan to delve into the envelope himself and find his own closure.
Eager for answers, Ethan didn't hesitate. He tore into the package, his attention instantly captured by the pink envelope resting atop the pile of papers. Without a second thought, he ripped it open, desperate to unravel its secrets.
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