Chapter 293 Little Schemes
After work, Donovan came upstairs to find Chloe. Seeing the coffee, he frowned slightly.
"Coffee again?" he asked Chloe.
"I felt like it," Chloe replied, working and chatting with Donovan intermittently.
Just as she was about to grab the coffee, Donovan snatched it away.
"Why do you have to control everything? What I wear, what I drink— is there anything you don't interfere in?" Chloe asked him, looking up.
"So, are you doing this to spite me?" Donovan asked.
"I'm not trying to spite you! I just like coffee."
Donovan's expression suddenly softened, and he said, "Go ahead, drink it." Chloe was left puzzled by his unexpected reaction.
With him no longer caring, the idea of drinking it lost its appeal. Her thoughts seemed childish; when Donovan controlled her, she rebelled, and when he didn't, her rebellion felt pointless. So, what was his intention behind all of this?
Chloe's attempt to test him had failed, leaving her feeling uneasy.
"I'll wait for you over here," Donovan said, sitting down on the sofa in the office. He casually picked up the monthly report from the audit department and began to read.
"This time, the audit has hit a snag. I'll take the materials home to think it over," Victoria, ever perceptive, gathered her things and left.
The office was now just Chloe and Donovan. Chloe felt extremely nervous. What did he mean by all this?
Her mind was no longer on her work.
"Why aren't you drinking it?" Donovan's gaze shifted from the report to Chloe.
"I'm working, no time."
Donovan smiled knowingly. He realized Chloe was drinking coffee as a way of testing his reaction to see if he knew the child was his. If it wasn't his, he wouldn't be concerned.
From this, Donovan concluded that the child was definitely his. If it belonged to someone else, she wouldn't need to test him in that way.
Little schemes! He was simply waiting for her to confess. She wasn't a match for him yet. He was anticipating the day when Chloe would tell him herself.
Chloe finished her work and packed up her things.
"Still haven't finished your coffee? Why not?" Donovan pointed to the two cups of coffee.
"It's cold. Drinking it will upset my stomach! I don't want it anymore!" Chloe said, throwing the coffee into the trash.
This time, her attempt had failed, and Donovan had outsmarted her, leaving Chloe feeling disheartened.
Furthermore, using coffee as a test was too basic of a strategy. Perhaps he just wanted to control her to fulfill his need for dominance, unrelated to the child. She had no way of knowing for sure.
As Chloe headed downstairs, she got a call from an unknown number. She initially thought it was a spam call, but it turned out to be Betty.
" Hey Chloe, just wanted to let you know that Grandma Morgan and I have relocated to Maple Valley. She's been really eager to see you lately. When can you come over to visit her?" Betty said in a not-so-friendly tone.
Chloe felt unexpectedly upset upon hearing Betty's voice, unaware that Grandma Morgan had moved to Maple Valley.
"How about this Saturday after lunch?" Chloe would never eat Betty's cooking again.
"Hurry up, your Grandma Morgan hasn't been well. Every day counts," Betty added. "I'll have Barbara send you the address. I don't have your WhatsApp."
Chloe paused, feeling a pang of sadness. One by one, her loved ones were leaving.
"This afternoon?" Chloe suddenly realized that Betty wouldn't call her for no reason. Since she did, it must be important.
"Alright. Don't forget," Betty replied.
Her phone buzzed with a message from Barbara, sending the location.
"Coming to our house this afternoon?" Barbara texted Chloe on WhatsApp.
"Yes, to see Grandma Morgan," Chloe replied. She hadn't intended for Barbara to find out about her visit, but it seemed inevitable.
Barbara said nothing more.
Chloe always felt that Barbara was secretly plotting something.
She thought, 'Going to Betty's house, I must be extremely cautious.'
She wanted Donovan to accompany her.
"Can you come with me to Grandma Morgan's house?" Chloe asked Donovan.
"Where is your Grandma Morgan?" Donovan asked.