Accidenttal One Night Stand with My Aloof Uncle-Chapter 38: Humiliation and pain, only known to oneself

Chloe Grant sat on the sofa, shoving a banana into her mouth, mumbling, "I don’t care about you."

More like a tone of sulking.

Lucas Morgan picked up a lighter, bent down, lit a cigarette, took a casual puff, and lazily threw a sentence over, "Want to go together?"

Sitting on the sofa, Chloe Grant’s heart clearly trembled.

But Lucas Morgan’s words didn’t bring her any happiness or surprise, only endless disappointment and sadness.

She still mumbled a phrase, "I’m not going."

"Afraid to be a third wheel, Lily..."

"Lucas Morgan, are you annoying?"

Seeing that Lucas Morgan was about to continue speaking, Chloe Grant directly interrupted impatiently.

Why go? To watch Lucas Morgan and Lily Grant in love, to see Lily flaunting her happiness of having Lucas Morgan in front of her?

Chloe Grant wasn’t that foolish.

"Whatever you want." Seeing Chloe Grant’s impatient tone, Lucas Morgan just casually dismissed it.

Then he turned and left.

Not until the door at home made a closing sound, Chloe Grant’s mouth was already stuffed with so much, her cheeks were bulging.

She didn’t know how much she had stuffed into her mouth, but the food tasted like nothing, and tears uncontrollably rolled down her face.

Chloe Grant knew she was hopelessly disappointing herself again.

She thought after the vacation, everything would pass, everything could be let go.

But in the end, Chloe only realized that everything was just her own delusion.

Liking someone, you can’t just let go at will, let alone someone you’ve liked for ten years.

Chloe Grant cried in a very messy way, but the fortunate thing was this was her own home. Even if she cried until she vomited, no one would see, and it wasn’t embarrassing.

Anyway, only she knew about the messy misery.

...

Around nine in the evening, Chloe Grant received a message from Ava Woods, a friend she got along well with in her school dormitory. It was a video of an update, and as soon as she opened her phone, dull sounds came out. The screen displayed the sky where radiant flowers were exploding, with simple yet gorgeous patterns.

As one flower hadn’t dimmed yet, another flower rose up, exploding in the air, forming a different spectacle.

It was her favorite fireworks.

Tonight, it seemed, there was a fireworks event happening at some square.

Ava Woods: I’m surprised you didn’t come for such a scene, you used to be the most excited.

Looking at this, Chloe Grant felt a pain in her heart again.

Turning her head, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, in the pitch-black silence, her heart suddenly felt very desolate.

Over there, the fireworks were resplendent, the crowd was surging.

But here, the lights were dim, and she was alone.

The more Chloe compared, the more she felt pathetic.

She played with her phone for a while, but couldn’t help and finally posted on her social media: Fireworks? Who cares, I don’t give a damn, watching TV now, don’t message me.

She also attached a selfie.

But just less than a minute after posting, before anyone even saw it, Chloe Grant had already deleted it.

Not posting was fine; posting revealed her tsundere nature, clearly wanting to see it.

Chloe’s eyes suddenly dimmed, clutching her phone, just thinking of playing a game to forget, when a message came, "Bring a lamp, come out."

It was from Matthew Morgan.

Seeing this message made Chloe even sadder.

She was already feeling desolate, and now receiving such unsettling news from Matthew, she had to face him.

Chloe felt a sudden despair in life~