Chapter 485 The Price is High
Chloe had just gotten cozy when Donovan yanked the blanket off her, his lips crashing onto hers, his hands roaming all over. As the kiss deepened, Chloe started feeling like she was suffocating.
"Did you say that on purpose?" he asked.
"No. It's really tough to figure out," Chloe replied, knowing she couldn't even get a read on Pamela's intentions. She had no clue what Pamela was up to and had to tread carefully.
"What were you doing in that guy's arms?" he demanded. "You really don't make things easy for me."
Chloe had hardly ever been in any guy's arms, so she knew exactly who Donovan was talking about.
"Didn't you know I had depression?" Chloe asked him. "After I went to Emerald Isle, I got really down. I couldn't see Francis, didn't know who my real mom was, and felt totally lost. I've always wanted a PhD; it's been my dream, but the pressure was insane and I couldn't get the hang of the language. Standing in a foreign country, not a familiar face in sight, not knowing when I'd go home, I felt like an orphan. I often couldn't breathe. At that time, he was the one who counseled me, analyzed my problems. He was my only support and friend then."
As Chloe spoke, she buried her head in her knees and cried. She used to think life had endless possibilities, but after coming back and getting tangled up with Donovan again, she started believing in fate. No matter how many people she met, in the end, there was only one person meant for her.
Donovan stayed quiet, feeling a mix of heartbreak and anger, mad that he wasn't there when Chloe was struggling. "If it was so hard, why did you insist on leaving?"
"No matter how tough it was, I had to go. I couldn't rely on you forever. I couldn't get over my mom's situation, and Janet's situation," Chloe cried, thinking of Pamela, Gordon, and Clara, which made her feel even more trapped.
"And now there's Paisley and Janet's deaths?" he asked again.
"You know, so why ask? Every day I feel like the person next to me is cold and unfeeling, like you could kill me at any moment. And then, you'd tell the police I committed suicide," Chloe said.
"Stop crying. Go to sleep," Donovan said, a bit irritated.
'When I take revenge on those people, I do it for her, but she doesn't appreciate it and blames me for everything. How can I not be angry?' he thought.
At night, Chloe turned to sleep on her side, but Donovan pulled her by the waist, his head nuzzling the back of her head. He asked, "Don't you know how to be grateful?"
Chloe closed her eyes, speechless.
The next day, Chloe was jolted awake by a cold sensation below. She opened her eyes suddenly, seeing Donovan sitting at the end of the bed, staring intently at between her legs.
Chloe instinctively shrank back, feeling both shy and angry. The blanket only covered her upper body, leaving her lower half exposed to him.
"You're grown, still deceiving yourself?" His eyes lifted to look at Chloe.
"What are you doing?" Chloe asked him.
"Applying medicine."
"Not necessary," Chloe snapped, her face full of anger. "Help me investigate something."
"What?" Donovan pulled the blanket over her.
"Help me find out about my background. I can't figure it out myself."
Donovan chuckled. "How mysterious could your background be that you can't find out?"
"Will you do it or not?"
"I don't do it for free," he said, looking at Chloe, probably hoping she understood he had his own motives.
Chloe's lips trembled. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Donovan repeated. "I always thought you understood my desires and my demands."
Chloe bit her lip and turned to the side. "Next time, you have to tell me the results."
"This will cost you. The medicine is applied. Let it dry," Donovan said, heading downstairs.
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