Chapter 96: I Don't Have a Daughter as Big as Yours
When Donovan returned home from work and they were having dinner, he received a WhatsApp message from his assistant:
【Mr. Blake, nothing special happened with your wife at school. She had a well-known romance with Andrew Price and was voted first place in the "From Campus to Wedding Dress Top 10 Couples Selection" on the campus forum. If Andrew Price hadn't died, they might have gotten married. Additionally, Chloe only submitted her resume to New East Group, which might be related to Andrew Price.】
After reading it, Donovan put his phone down and remained silent throughout the meal.
Their first night together was also related to Andrew Price.
Chloe was chatting with her grandfather about the animal rescue center, but Donovan showed no interest at all.
After showering, Chloe stood in the bedroom, drying her hair and reading a book.
Donovan observed coldly. She had a certain intellectual calmness and elegance while reading, radiating a sensual and scholarly aura. This sensuality had nothing to do with her physical appearance, yet it stirred something within him.
When Chloe finished drying her hair, she also finished reading a chapter of her book.
"It's so cold," Chloe crawled into the warm bed and sighed.
"Were you this cold in school too?" Donovan asked casually while reading his own book.
"Yeah..." Chloe lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Why did I never feel cold in school?"
Back then, all she could think about was her upcoming date with Andrew Price and falling asleep sweetly.
"What is keeping you from feeling cold?" Donovan asked again.
Chloe thought for a moment, but naturally couldn't say it, so she just said, "Maybe it's because the dorm room is small, with many people. Chatting at night makes it feel less cold."
"What do you do during the day?" Donovan suddenly became interested in Chloe's school life.
"During the day, I attend classes, nothing exciting. You wouldn't be interested," Chloe never mentioned the name "Andrew Price" throughout the conversation.
Perhaps she couldn't get over it in her heart, so she didn't bring it up.
"Really? What do you do with Andrew Price?" Donovan suddenly asked, in a casual tone as if mentioning it unintentionally.
In fact, the matter of Andrew Price had long passed, and Donovan didn't want to bring it up at all, but he still did.
Chloe suddenly fell silent, she didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned Andrew Price, it made her sad.
She didn't say a word.
Donovan, however, glanced at her and saw her looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Have you ever done this?" he said, then Donovan put down the book, turned his body, and kissed Chloe's lips with a touch of madness, unbuttoning her pajamas.
Chloe was momentarily confused, she didn't know if this was Andrew Price or Donovan.
She held onto Donovan's neck, filled with tenderness.
When they kissed, she was usually happy, though proactive, but it wasn't as tender as now.
Until Donovan's body lifted up and his eyes seized her fiercely, "I'm not him!"
Chloe suddenly felt angry and ashamed, tears started falling on the pillow, "Why did you bring him up? When did I ever see you as him?"
Donovan suddenly lost control and went on top of Chloe, turned off the lights, and tirelessly had his way with her.
Chloe didn't understand what had gotten into him, why did he suddenly mention Andrew Price?
It spoiled Chloe's mood.
After they were done, it was already three in the morning. Chloe was so tired that she couldn't keep her eyes open and fell asleep.
Donovan couldn't sleep, so he lit a cigarette and leaned against the head of the bed, reading.
Perhaps it was really cold on Chloe's side, as she slept, she instinctively snuggled under Donovan's blanket.
Donovan's body was warm, and Chloe slept peacefully while holding onto him.
Donovan's gaze was no longer on the book, he looked at the person beside him. Maybe because of the heat, her face turned crimson.
It seemed like she was muttering something in her sleep, but her voice was very low, he couldn't hear clearly.
"What?" he leaned closer to her and asked again.
"Daddy," Chloe called out again.
Donovan chuckled silently, he didn't expect Chloe to have such a morbid sense of humor.
Fortunately, she didn't call out Andrew Price!
Donovan's hand gently stroked Chloe's hair as she peacefully fell asleep.
The next morning, the weather was gloomy and dark, as if it was going to rain several times before winter officially arrived.
After Chloe woke up, she folded the blankets while giving Donovan a disapproving look. He was dressed in a crisp suit, looking very put-together.
Chloe muttered under her breath, "What a proper gentleman! I didn't think of him at all!"
As Donovan passed by Chloe, he lifted her chin with his hand and stared into her eyes. "Then who were you thinking of?"
Chloe was speechless, unable to voice her true thoughts.
Seeing Chloe's lowered eyelids, Donovan couldn't help teasing her. "Thinking of your dad, were you? I didn't know you had such a hobby!"
"How did you know?" Chloe was surprised and grabbed Donovan's arm, asking anxiously.
"Treating me as your dad?" Donovan let go of Chloe and went to put on his wristwatch. "I'm not your father, you know."
He went downstairs.
Chloe stood upstairs for a moment before also heading downstairs.
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