Chapter 327 Mr. King, Do You Love Her?
Elsa was at a loss for how to comfort her.
"I've decided to go on a blind date, starting tomorrow." Chloe, wobbling, opened the door to take in the delivered wine.
"You're only 21, there's no rush," Elsa said reluctantly.
She couldn't figure out what Jonathan meant. Although he was handsome, wealthy, and charming, he was nearly 20 years older than Chloe. Maybe Jonathan was afraid of holding her back. But since she hadn't heard it directly from him, she couldn't defend Jonathan.
They drank half of the newly arrived wine, and Chloe went to the bathroom to throw up. After that, she leaned on the sofa, drowsy.
Elsa half-held her to rinse her mouth and then went to get a hot towel for her.
"Jonathan, jerk."
"I like you."
Chloe mumbled unconsciously, "Bad guy."
She made a sound like sobbing. Elsa reached out to touch her face, which was wet.
Feeling heartbroken, she quickly wiped Chloe's face with the hot towel, got a blanket, and wrapped Chloe in it, soothing her, "Just go to sleep, sweetie. We'll talk when you wake up."
Elsa had drunk less than Chloe but was also about to pass out. She used her remaining rationality to send Jonathan a message: [What time are you free tomorrow? Let's talk.]
The next day, Elsa and Jonathan met at a coffee shop.
"I want to talk to you about Chloe." Elsa knew that outsiders couldn't meddle in matters of the heart. She didn't understand much about relationships and wasn't one to meddle, but she couldn't ignore Chloe's situation.
"You know everything," Jonathan wasn't surprised.
"She's never liked anyone else; you're the first. I didn't expect her to be so intense."
"But I'm the least suitable for her," Jonathan said.
Elsa was silent. Jonathan indeed wasn't a good match for Chloe. His character, looks, and family background matched Chloe's, but the significant age gap and Jonathan's 18-year-old son were insurmountable obstacles.
"You might not understand, but she only likes me because she hasn't seen the world. The person you like at twenty is different from the one you like at thirty," Jonathan's voice suddenly became low.
"She's always been a rational person," Elsa said.
"Ms. Miller, you're a rational person too. Can you be completely rational when it comes to Luke?"
Elsa pressed her lips together. She couldn't.
If she could, she would have disappeared from his world completely instead of compromising repeatedly, letting him have his way.
She wouldn't have let him have his way the night before last, Elsa blushed.
She took a sip of coffee to steady herself, "Mr. King, do you love her?"
Elsa knew that a forty-year-old man's understanding of love would be different from that of a twenty-year-old, but she couldn't help but ask for Chloe.
Jonathan was silent.
Elsa knew little about love but understood human nature well. Jonathan's silence told her everything.
So, she stood up with her bag, "I'm just an outsider, so it's not my place to interfere. But please don't break her heart."
"Of course," Jonathan nodded.
Elsa felt sorry for Chloe in her heart.
"Then I'll be going," she prepared to leave.
Jonathan suddenly said, "Do you want to hear my story?"
Elsa instinctively asked, "Is it private? If it is, then forget it."
She considered herself good at keeping secrets, but knowing too much about others' private matters was a psychological burden. She preferred to know less.
"It's not."
Jonathan's story was eerily similar to hers and Jonny's.
His mother, Lara Crawford, was one of his father Dale King's two women. In those days, divorce was rare, but when Lara discovered Dale had a mistress, she resolutely divorced him.
At that time, he was in Lara's womb, so he naturally stayed with Lara.
"So, you've also lived in hatred," just like she and Jonny.
Indeed, everyone's troubled childhood was due to an incompetent father.
And fate had brought them together.
"More or less, but I was luckier. I met my wife, Whitney Lewis, at twenty. She's Eric's mother."
Whitney's family was a prominent one in Lakeshire City. He made good use of the resources provided by the Lewis family and rose quickly, becoming independent in his twenties.
Later, he used some extraordinary means to send his half-brother, Derek King, to prison.
It was around this time that Dale suddenly had a stroke, and he forcefully returned to the King family, securing his inheritance.
"Does this story sound familiar?" Jonathan's eyes were deep as he recalled his past.
Elsa raised an eyebrow, "A bit."
"That's why I often say, you remind me of my younger self," Jonathan was lost in his memories, his eyes softening.
"In our stories, Luke and Whitney play the same role."
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