Chapter 458 Aren't You Afraid Mr. King Will Make You Cry?
Chloe frowned. She had told her parents that although she had shares in Poetic Patterns, she wasn't close with Jonathan. Now that he'd called out "Chloe" like that, how was she supposed to explain herself?
"Are you two close? Why hasn't Chloe invited Jonathan over to the house before?"
Theron Clark, sitting at the head of the table, had barely participated in the younger generation's conversation until now, but suddenly spoke up.
Looking at Chloe, Yvonne, and Jonathan, there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Theron was getting on in years, and with his comfortable, easygoing life, his personality had become rather childlike.
To him, Jonathan was a junior, so calling him by his first name seemed quite affectionate.
"Old friends," Jonathan said with a smile. Somehow, to Chloe's ears, it sounded rather meaningful.
Lying was easy; covering up the lie was the hard part.
Chloe could only laugh awkwardly and say, "Mr. King is Elsa's uncle, so naturally, he's my elder too. Elsa and I have been to Mr. King's house for dinner, so I guess we're friends."
The more she talked, the more ridiculous it sounded. What was she even saying?
Chloe felt like crying at her own stupidity.
"Just came to my house for dinner?" Jonathan's eyes were fixed on Chloe, unable to resist teasing her.
It wasn't just dinner—he'd also held her on the kitchen counter for hours. Chloe's face gradually turned red, feeling nothing but embarrassment.
Jonathan didn't miss the change in her expression. Delighted, he thought, 'Chloe was pretending not to know him well, and now she was flustered.'
But he said casually, "We also do business together frequently."
Chloe breathed a sigh of relief.
"Chloe, quick, toast Mr. King. You should learn more from Mr. King in the future," Chloe's father said eagerly.
Jonathan's smile deepened, looking at her with special meaning, "Then Chloe should drink less. I'll finish mine."
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt Yvonne's gaze from the side was colder than usual.
Chloe steeled herself, gritted her teeth, and said, "Since Elsa and I are friends, let me toast Mr. King—to your business success."
Elsa burst out laughing first.
Jonathan's face darkened as he downed his drink in one gulp.
Yvonne was pulled by the elders to sit next to Jonathan, and only then did Chloe escape.
"Come on, let's get some air," she said, pulling Elsa outside.
The two made their way to the Clark Manor's garden. Chloe had a servant bring two ice creams, and they leaned against a pavilion pillar to eat.
"Aren't you worried he'll actually get together with Yvonne?" Elsa couldn't help asking.
"You've asked me that before. I don't care if it's Yvonne or even Giselle—it has nothing to do with me." Chloe took a big, vengeful bite of her ice cream.
The burning feeling in her heart slowly cooled down.
She'd asked herself honestly—completely letting go was impossible. But a short, sharp pain was better than prolonged suffering. She felt she could handle it.
"Well, as long as you don't hurt yourself, whatever you decide is fine." Elsa said, still shaken by the dream of Chloe self-harming again.
"See, I'm more important than your uncle." Chloe smiled and hugged her.
"It's not exactly like that. It depends on the situation. In this kind of thing, I support you unconditionally. In other matters, I still have to be fair." Since Chloe had loved more and been hurt deeper, Elsa naturally sided more with her.
They chatted idly for a while longer when Elsa's phone rang—the company said there was something urgent.
"Let me go tell Grandpa first, then head back," Elsa said.
Chloe nodded. "You go ahead, I'll stay a bit longer."
She really didn't want to be in the same room as Jonathan. The atmosphere was too weird.
After Elsa left, Chloe leaned there spacing out for a while, when suddenly a shadow fell over her.
"Calling me Mr. King—aren't you afraid Mr. King will make you cry again?"
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