Chapter 163 Your Husband Can't Handle It Anymore
When Chloe finished work, it was already past eight in the evening. She deliberately avoided leaving work at the usual time, not wanting to be bump into Donovan. Back at her mom's house, Donovan was not there.
"You're back. Are you hungry?" Amelia asked Chloe.
"Very! I want to eat a pack of instant noodles." Chloe missed the taste of instant noodles.
"What's with this child, wanting to eat instant noodles? Eat something healthier."
"But Mom, I'm craving instant noodles," Chloe said, clinging to her mom's neck.
"Alright, I'll have Layla cook some for you. You love spicy food so much, I wonder who you take after." Amelia chuckled.
"You, obviously."
"I don't really..." Amelia started to say, before changing her tune. "Then again, I did love spicy food when I was young."
Layla cooked a pack of instant noodles for Chloe, who sat at the dining table, eating while watching TV. Chloe's house was relatively small, so the dining table was in the living room.
The doorbell rang, and Layla went to answer it. Donovan walked in.
Chloe's mouth was filled with noodles. She pretended not to see him and continued watching TV.
"Mr. Blake, you're here rather late," Layla said. She was always respectful and slightly fearful, and probably had never encountered such a distinguished person before.
"I was afraid if I came too early, someone wouldn't dare to come home," Donovan said, his gaze fixed on Chloe as he spoke.
Layla said, "You two talk, I'll go inside first."
Chloe continued to eat noodles, seemingly oblivious, watching TV as if no one else was there. She was watching a ridiculous TV drama where the main characters were on the verge of divorce, with the female lead unable to stand the man and insisting on leaving, resorting to crying, making a scene, and even threatening suicide.
Chloe thought to herself: 'How childish. If I were her, I would employ emotional detachment and cool my feelings toward the other person until they felt her absence, naturally leading to a separation.'
"Is this all you're eating?" Donovan sat down on the couch behind Chloe.
"Yes." Chloe's tone was flat.
Donovan glanced at the TV show Chloe was watching, then asked her, "Any plans for the holidays? It's only a few days away."
"My mom just recovered, so I want to be with her. As for grandpa, I'll figure something out." Chloe kept her eyes on the TV.
Donovan turned to look at her. "When did you become so considerate?"
"Haven't I always been considerate?" Chloe picked at her noodles, wiping her mouth with a napkin due to the spiciness.
"So just sending a WhatsApp message to Grandpa is enough?"
"That's what I think."
"Since you're a sugar baby, is this how you treat the person providing financial support? You don’t fulfill your obligations?" Donovan felt inexplicably irritated by Chloe's calm demeanor.
Chloe's fork paused mid-air. Did Barbara tell him?
Barbara really loved stirring up trouble!
"I can fulfill my obligations. But during the holiday, can't I take a break? I'll go see Grandpa after the holidays." Chloe remained composed; she had always taken breaks before.
"Stay with me for ten days, and I'll give you fifty thousand. It's been a while since I've given you money." Donovan took out a cigarette and lit it.
He had forgotten that he initially got involved with Chloe because of money. He had convinced himself it was love.
Chloe's hand froze as she held the fork. "What about my mom?"
"During the holidays, bring your mom to the villa, we'll spend time together," Donovan suggested.
After some thought, Chloe nodded. "Okay."
"And also..." Donovan added.
"What else?"
"Don't keep getting angry with me because of Brayden. I can't handle it anymore." With that, Donovan stood up and left.
He didn't stay the night, nor did he imply he would. Once the door closed behind him, Chloe's home returned to its usual calm state. She had intended to keep things simple until the divorce, but with just one sentence, "I can't handle it anymore," he dragged her back into hell.
Chloe's heart was in turmoil.
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