Chapter 315 Where Does It Tickle?
"I'll do it." With that, Donovan stood up from the couch and called the police.
Chloe's earlier worries dissipated, but she still felt it was unfair to her grandmother. She couldn't believe Barbara could be so heartless.
It was more effective to let Donovan make the call; with his status, the police would surely take the case seriously.
Chloe closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks onto the couch.
All three of Chloe's loved ones had died painfully, and she even felt guilty, thinking she was cursed.
"Did Sofia tell you all this?" Donovan asked Chloe after finishing the call.
Chloe kept her eyes closed and nodded.
Donovan pressed his lips together and said nothing.
There was a knock on the door. It was Charles.
Chloe, feeling unwell, just greeted Charles briefly.
"Donovan, how did you bully Chloe? The whole company is talking about how jealous Chloe is. I know her well. You must have done something." Charles noticed Chloe had changed her position and wiped away her tears.
"Who told you that nonsense? The assistant?" Donovan frowned slightly.
"Is it true or not? The whole company knows Chloe is out to get you. Look at how upset she is." Charles stood next to Chloe, looking at her pale face.
"That's not true. Is your finance department that idle?" Donovan picked up a stack of reports from the table and tossed them to Charles. "Make some corrections on these. Also..."
"What?" Charles asked.
"Never mind."
Donovan wanted Charles to call the PR director, but with Chloe still there, he decided against it.
Realizing he wasn't welcome and Chloe had been crying, Charles figured she had something to discuss with Donovan and left.
Women just like to act spoiled with their men.
Besides, everyone knew that as soon as Paisley left, Chloe started to make a scene with Donovan out of jealousy. It was a common occurrence.
Donovan probably couldn't do much about it.
Chloe spent the entire afternoon sleeping in Donovan's office.
In the afternoon, Donovan's driver took them home.
In the evening, while Chloe was taking a bath, Donovan received a call from the PR director.
"Mr. Blake, should we proceed with what we discussed earlier?" Evans asked Donovan.
With one hand in his pocket, Donovan paced on the balcony. "Proceed as planned."
"But Chloe, I mean Mrs. Blake, I heard she got angry with you today, and she's pregnant. I think this matter..."
"Proceed!" Donovan made the final decision.
Just then, Chloe came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
Donovan's gaze was unrestrained as he watched her dry her wet hair.
"Yes, Mr. Blake," the other side answered.
After hanging up the phone, Donovan squinted at Chloe.
He sat on the bed and pulled Chloe onto his lap, his lips brushing against her cheek.
"That tickles." Chloe was still drying her hair and tilted her head away.
His breath was deep and lingering, making not just her face but her whole body tingle.
"Where does it tickle? Here?" His hand touched Chloe.
Chloe's face turned red instantly. "I'm pregnant. We can't."
"Why is it never the right time for you?" he asked.
"You did it before when it wasn't the right time. This time, I'm just not in the mood!" Chloe turned her face away, thinking of Grandma Morgan again.
She didn't have as deep feelings for Grandma Morgan as she did for Amelia, but still, Grandma Morgan had been murdered.
She couldn't let Paisley and Barbara get away with it.
With that, Chloe lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
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