<h4>Chapter 255: Chapter 255: The Scumbag Starts Acting Up Again (Part Two)</h4>


    However, Lucas Hughes changed his mind halfway through.


    Chloe Simpson is now staying with Emily Sterling, the two living together.


    If something really happened, wouldn’t she have one more person helping her?


    No, he couldn’t go to Emily Sterling’s ce. He needed Chloe toe to him on her own.


    Lucas thought about it for a moment, then headed straight back to Golden Sunshine Estate. Once home, he called Chloe.


    "Hello? Lucas, is something wrong?"


    When Chloe received Lucas’s call, it was already eleven o’clock at night.


    At this hour, she had already gone to bed but was woken up by the ringing of her phone. She opened her eyes, saw Lucas’s name on the screen, and nced at the time, instantly sobering up.


    Thinking about how they had been divorced over a month now and hadn’t contacted each other during that time.


    For Lucas to call her sote, something must have happened.


    "Chloe, I... I feel awful... I feel awful..."


    As soon as Lucas heard Chloe answer the call, he began acting.


    "What’s wrong, Lucas? What happened? Where are you right now?"


    Chloe immediately became worried upon hearing Lucas speak so unwell.


    "I... I’m home... I... feel awful..."


    Lucas deliberately mentioned he was at home and then abruptly hung up the call.


    "Hello? Lucas, are you okay?"


    Chloe grew even more anxious now. Hearing the disconnected dial tone on the other end, she didn’t hesitate and hurriedly hailed a cab to Golden Sunshine Estate.


    After all, when they divorced, Chloe had been deeply guilt-ridden and med herself for everything that had gone wrong between them.


    She continued to feel that she had wronged Lucas, and with Lucas consistently ying his role, she still retained feelings for him.


    Naturally, she wouldn’t ignore Lucas’s situation.


    Half an hourter, she arrived at Golden Sunshine Estate.


    Standing at the door, Chloe found the lock had been reced with a coded one by Lucas.


    She picked up her phone to call Lucas, but while the call connected, no one answered, making her even more worried.


    She called again and again, but still no answer.


    Left with no choice, she decided to try unlocking the code lock herself.


    She first input Lucas’s birthday and the passwords Lucas frequently used before, but after three attempts, none worked.


    The lock would temporarily shut down if more than five failed attempts were made.


    Chloe stared at the lock for a moment, then thought deeply before trying again—inputting the password from their former shared bank ount.


    Still, the lock didn’t open, and Chloe stood there, gazing at the keypad, lost in thought. Eventually, one possibility came to mind: their wedding anniversary.


    But this was already her fifth and final attempt. If this didn’t work, the lock would freeze.


    She hesitated for a long while before carefully inputting the numbers one by one.


    The tension in her heart mounted with each digit she entered.


    Until finally, after inputting the six digits, the lock beeped—opening with a sudden "click."


    Chloe froze for a moment, stunned to discover the password was indeed their wedding anniversary.


    Her heart twisted sharply with emotion.


    This was precisely what Lucas had intended.


    After all, they had been together for five years, and Lucas was the person who understood Chloe’s emotional attachments better than anyone.


    Once the password was epted, Chloe rushed inside.


    The living room was dark; only the bedroom light was on. Chloe didn’t stop to turn on any other lights but dashed straight into the bedroom.


    Inside, Lucas was sprawled slightly off-kilter.


    Chloe hurried over to him, "Lucas, Lucas, what’s wrong? Wake up."


    "Mm? Chloe?"


    Lucas pretended to wake up,unching into a dramatic performance.


    "Chloe, is it really you? No, it can’t be you. I must be drunk—that’s why I’m hallucinating. No, I’m not drunk; this must be a dream. We’re divorced, how could you possibly be here with me?"


    He grasped Chloe’s hand, his face filled with intense emotion, choking up as he spoke.


    "It’s me, Lucas. I’m Chloe. What’s happened to you? How much did you drink to end up like this? Are you ufortable? Your stomach hasn’t been well—I’ll go get you a ss of warm water."


    Seeing Lucas in this state, Chloe’s heart throbbed painfully once more.


    Almost automatically, as if they were still married, she began tending to him.


    Lucas noticed Chloe moving, grabbing her back in one swift motion.


    This was no joking matter. He didn’t call her over just to have her fetch water.


    "No, Chloe, it’s not you. It must be another dream because every time I dream, you’d say such things. But when I wake up, you’re never there."


    "Chloe, even if it’s a dream, let me stay in it a little longer, keep you by my side just for a little longer, alright? Mm? I feel so awful, so awful."


    "Do you know? Since we got divorced, I’ve been struggling to sleep. Most nights, I need sleeping pills just to doze off. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is you."


    "This bed is our marriage bed. This room is our marital home. Everything here was arranged together by us—full of our memories. Being here traps me; I can’t control myself. You’re constantly in my head."


    "I even applied to transfer back to my original department, trying to distance myself from you. I thought it would help me sleep. But I realized the farther I was from you, the more I missed you."


    "Chloe, I’m sorry, I regret it—you know? I truly regret it, deeply. Why did I, as a grown man, hold onto such petty grievances? You were with Alexander Johnson...but you were also drunk. It was just an ident at the time, right?"


    "Why did I fixate on that? Even though afterwards, there were so manyplications, none of them were your intention. The Young Master was the one who kept bothering you."


    "Chloe, I regret divorcing you. But I didn’t dare tell you. I mean, how could I, as a man who initiated the divorce, take it back? I know you detest men who break their promises."


    "Besides, I couldn’t face asking for reconciliation. I was afraid you’d refuse, afraid that if I upset you, you’d block me entirely. Then we wouldn’t even be friends anymore."


    "Chloe, I’m sorry—hit me, scold me, call me a bastard. I’m the worst person alive. But I miss you so much, Chloe. I miss you so, so much."


    Lucas clung tightly to Chloe’s arm, refusing to let go, throwing her one emotional curveball after another. As he poured out his feelings, he began to test her boundaries, pulling her into an embrace.


    If Chloe didn’t resist, then everything would naturally fall into ce.


    Tonight, he would thoroughly use this foolish woman to his advantage!