Chapter 298 The Scoundrel and the Wanton
The next day.
When Chloe woke up, Donovan was already gone.
Chloe suddenly remembered that she had thrown her maternity clothes into the washing machine the night before. Being pregnant with boy-girl twins meant she would only need maternity clothes for this one time in her life, so she hadn't bought many.
She intended to change clothes and head to the company after breakfast, so she didn't give it much thought. She casually grabbed one of Donovan's shirts from the hook and put it on. The buttons around her belly didn't fasten, so she left them undone and paired the shirt with leggings as she went to the dining room for breakfast. It was a gray shirt. If
Chloe wasn't pregnant, the color would suit her well. Tucked into her waistband, it would look stylish and relaxed.
Maya was preparing her lunchbox.
"Did you make his?" Chloe asked Maya.
"Oh, I was planning to make Mr. Blake's lunch, but he said he had a lunch meeting," Maya replied.
Chloe paused. "A meeting? With whom?"
"Ask him yourself. It's not my place to inquire about such things," Maya said. "Why are you two fighting? Just make up already."
Chloe stayed silent. She wanted to make amends, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of Amelia's presence. It always felt like Amelia was looking down on her.
As they chatted, they heard the sound of a key turning in the door.
"Mr. Blake is back?" Maya said.
Chloe thought, 'He just had to come back this morning. This very morning, she had borrowed his shirt.'
She pretended to be calm, sitting at the dining table, eating with a knife and fork.
"Forgot some documents," Donovan said as he changed his shoes at the entrance.
Then, he noticed Chloe sitting calmly at the dining table, eating, dressed in his shirt. She didn't even glance up when she noticed him.
She had a delicate collarbone chain around her neck, and two buttons of the shirt were undone, giving her a very sexy look. Her long legs were under the table.
"Wearing my shirt?" Donovan asked with interest as he grabbed his documents from the bedroom and sat at the dining table.
"I put my clothes in the washing machine last night. I have to change clothes later anyway. I just grabbed yours," Chloe said calmly.
She had feelings for him and wanted to reconcile, not afraid of any misunderstanding.
“Actually, this table is also yours," he said, absentmindedly tapping the solid wood dining table with his document folder. "L&J is our brand, half yours, half mine.”
"Is it? I didn't notice the brand," Chloe said, eating her pizza elegantly while talking to Donovan.
Donovan looked at Chloe's pretentious demeanor.
After living with her for more than a year, he could discern when she was truly upset and when she was simply putting on an act.
"Want to come with me after breakfast?" Donovan asked.
"I'll go with Susan. She always finds the most scenic routes," Chloe replied.
"Really? You don't want to save me some gas money?"
It was past ten, and the sun was shining brightly. Donovan started bantering with Chloe.
Chloe glanced at him. "You shouldn't care about gas money."
"Every bit saved counts," Donovan said, noticing some oil on Chloe's lips. He casually handed her a napkin.
"Thank you."
"It's nothing," Donovan said, his tone more teasing than sincere, clearly trying to provoke her.
Chloe wasn't holding back either. She had on Donovan's shirt, looking vulnerable next to him but acting innocent.
Donovan recognized Chloe's mood and playfully teased her.
Today, they were both navigating through the emotions surrounding Amelia's death, one trying to connect, the other trying to come to terms. They were like a rogue and a flirt.
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