Chapter 534


    When Damon got home, Chloe had already hit the hay. She dreamt of an endless red ocean, the


    redness as consuming as a raging fire. She thought she heard the front door creak open, followed


    by a slight movement next to her. The bed dipped, someone else crawled


    under the covers.


    Chloe’s eyelids twitched, she wanted to check it out, but the familiar and cool smell that hit her


    nose made her give up the struggle. Instinctively she snuggled up, Damon was staring at her the


    whole time. His arm unconsciously ced on the pillow, watching as Chloe almost instinctively


    burrowed into his arm.


    She nuzzled against his chest, sighed gently, her arm draped over his waist. She mumbled sleepily,


    “You’re back.”


    “Mmm” Damon cracked a smile and bent down. He pecked her forehead, and pulled her into his


    arms.


    The bedroom fell silent. After a while, Chloe spoke in azy voice, “Haven’t you had dinner yet?”


    “Not hungry.” Damon held Chloe close, both of them shifting a little further under the covers.


    Snuggled up tight in the small space under the nket, Damon pressed his lips to Chloe’s hair,


    gently kissing her.


    With fluttering eyshes. Chloe slowly opened her eyes, a glimmer of tears sparkling in her eyes,


    the corners slightly reddened.


    “Should I whip up some food for you?” Chloe asked.


    “Not hungry.” Damon responded casually. Their foreheads touching.


    “How’s your friend?” Damon asked.


    Chloe paused for a half–second, then slowly lifted her head, her nose brushed against Damon’s.


    “Huh?” Damon’s deep voice sounded, questioning her.


    Chloe’s eyebrows twitched slightly. “You seem pretty concerned about Rose.”


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    The corners of Damon’s lips tightened a bit, “Your friend is a handful. I just can’t stand to see her


    messing you around.”


    Chloe stared at him for a while, “Damon, don’t you think it’s a bit too coincidental that Morrison


    showed up at the airport so quickly to find Rose?”


    Damon looked startled, “Really?”


    Chloe squinted her eyes and continued, “And the olddy from his family came all the way from


    Silverwood to find Rose directly, isn’t that too coincidental?”


    Damon frowned, responding with a casual tone.


    “Rose’s father suddenly showing up at Rose’s house at that time, having a big fight with his family,


    isn’t that another coincidence?” Chloe said.


    This time Damon didn’t speak. He was silent for a second, then suddenly pinched Chloe’s nose.


    “Ouch!” Chloe rubbed her nose, red at him, and asked, “Did you really do it?”


    “What? Doesn’t Rose want that kid? Where does she think she can hide? It’s only a matter of time


    before she’s found. She has to face the reality sooner orter. A family like that can’t let their


    offspring wander around! If Rose wants the baby, then she has to bite the bullet and marry


    Morrison in public, so the kid has a father!” Damon said.


    Chloe pursed her lips, finally sighed deeply, worry clouding her pretty brows, “It sounds like the best


    choice, but is marrying Morrison really the best choice for Rose?”