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Jilted Bride 218

Chapter 218

The living room was impeccably clean, with snacks and books neatly arranged. Noah had done a thorough job

Chloe had thought Noah's obsessive compulsive tendencies might have been cured by his amnesia.

"Dinner's ready," she said in her usual calm, emotionless tone.

"Mommy, let's kick Uncle Noah out today. How about we send him packing after he's had his fill?" Wyatt climbed

onto a chair, looking at Chloe with earnest eyes.

Chloe paused, glancing at Noah. Did he do something to offend Wyatt? she wondered.

Although it annoyed her when Wyatt sided with Noah, this....

"Right now?" Chloe asked, hesitating.

"Yeah." Wyatt nodded seriously as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

"Hey! Boy! That's just too much. At least letfinish my meal first!" Noah exclaimed.

"Fine, you can eat first, but then you have to leave," Wyatt replied, giving Noah a quick, deliberate wink

Noah said nothing, instead diving into his food with unrestrained enthusiasm.

Throughout the meal, Chloe couldn't taste a thing. Her appetite was gone, leaving her feeling hollow.

"I'll wash the dishes for you before | go, Noah offered.

When he said that, Chloe felt a sinking sensation in her chest.

"No.

, you don't... you can just go. | can handle it myself," Chloe said, though her words seemed directed more at

herself.

After all, she had been managing everything on her own for years.

"I'll do it." Noah insisted, taking the plate from her hands.

Chloe stood there, expressionless, watching as Noah moved around in the kitchen.

Her deep blue eyes misted over. It had only been ten minutes, yet it felt longer than a century.

"Guess I'll head out then," Noah said, wiping his slender fingers with a napkin.

The callouses on his fingertips and palms were faint but unmistakable.

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Chloe could still picture the way he looked holding a gun.

"Go," Chloe said, turning her head away to avoid looking at him any longer.

After speaking, she walked straight into her bedroom without a backward glance.

Noah quickly crouched down beside Wyatt. "Wyatt, are you sure this will work? Chloe doesn't seem to care

whether | go or

not

Wyatt puffed out his chubby cheeks. "Trust me. Unless you've got a better idea?"

"He's right, Noah thought, clenching his jaw as he made up his mind.

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He opened the door and left.

Inside, Chloe heard the sound of the door closing Her heart sank.

"He really left... | was the one who drove him away. | pushed him away again, Chloe thought, sitting alone to

process the weight of what had just happened From outside the room, Wyatt knocked twice on the door.

"Mommy, let's have a talk," Wyatt said, his cute voice filtering through the door with an unexpectedly

gentlemanly tone.

Chloe composed herself, walked to the door, and opened it. She crouched down to look directly into Wyatt's

plump little

ce, which carried an oddly mature expression for his age.

Talk about what?" Chloe asked.

"Your marriage prospects, of course," Wyatt said.

Chloe raised an eyebrow. Hearing such a statement from a five-year-old was nothing short of jarring.

Wyatt's tone is so much like a meddling elder. Who's been teaching him this stuff?’ Chloe thought.

Noah was the first person who cto mind. His influence on Wyatt was undeniable.

"Mommy, I'm not a three-year-old anymore. | want to talk about my dad," Wyatt said, his words landing like a

heavy blow on Chloe's heart.

Wyatt took her hand, speaking with the solemnity of someone far older than his years. "I know that forto be

born, there must have been a dad in the picture.

"| get it. You and Daddy held hands, kissed, and slept together. That's how | cinto the world, right?"

"Damn Noah. Did he teach him this?’ Chloe thought, frustration bubbling up.

"It doesn't matter what kind of person my dad is. What matters is you, Mommy. You've worked so hard raising

Chloe furrowed her brows deeper.

When did Wyatt start understanding these topics? Chloe thought.

What on earth has Noah been teaching Wyatt? Damn it!" Chloe cursed inwardly.

"Listen tofirst. | think Uncle Noah... Wyatt started.

"Don't think about it. No thinking like that," Chloe interrupted, not wanting to hear Wyatt say the words out loud.

Lately, Wyatt had been spending so much twith Noah.

Chloe knew exactly what Wyatt was thinking.

"I have to say it. Mommy, if you find a husband, just don't pick someone like Uncle Noah. He's just too

untrustworthy You should look for someone like Ken Wyatt continued. Chloe froze for a moment.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me? You don't like Uncle Noah? Chloe cleared her throat.

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'Oh my God, what am | even asking? Chloe thought, instantly regretting the question.

She quickly pressed her lips together, trying to retract it.

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But Wyatt had already begun to think deeply. "I don't like him because he said he likes you and wants to be my

dad. But | don't agree with that. | want to think about your happiness" "What?" Chloe's heart skipped a beat, as

though it might leap out of her chest.

"Uncle Noah said he likes you and wants to be my dad, but | don't think you like him, so I'm thinking about your

happiness, Wyatt repeated.

ering Chloe silent, Wyatt tilted his head, his thick brows knitting together.

"Did | misunderstand? Mommy, do you actually like Uncle Noah?" he guessed.

"Does Mommy like Uncle Noah? Adult emotions are so complicated. Wyatt thought

"I don't! Stop saying nonsense." Chloe quickly replied.

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"Okay," Wyant said.

The entire night, Chloe tossed and turned, unable to sleep, the words Wyatt had said echoing in her mind.

"How could a person with amnesia know anything about that? Chloe thought.

The next morning, Chloe went to take out the trash, but the door only opened a crack before it stopped moving.

She poked her head out and saw Noah, his eyes tightly shut, leaning against the doorframe. His face was pale.

his cheeks flushed.

"Noah... What's wrong? Noah... Chloe pushed the door open with all her strength and stepped outside.

Before Noah collapsed, Chloe quickly caught him.

Noah slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and through his blurry vision, Chloe's familiar figure cinto focus.

*Chloe..." Noah murmured, his voice hoarse, almost stopping Chloe's heart in its tracks.

"You... you didn't spend the whole night out here, did you? Are you crazy? You'll get sick! Chloe said, her voice

full of

concern.

"Wyatt's idea... You. You have to take responsibility... Noah furrowed his brow, completely drained of energy.

"Damn it. How did | let Wyatt talkinto this? I didn't need to risk my life just to stay here. | feel terrible... Noah

thought to himself.

Chloe sighed, surprised that Noah would even go as far as to use a pity strategy.

She helped Noah into the house, but his entire weight was pressing down on her.

As she helped him to the couch, Noah leaned into her, pulling her into his embrace, his arm tightly wrapped

around her

waist.

"Be careful," Noah said, his voice soft, weak, and even lower than usual.

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Noah looked so different while sick, quieter than his usual talkative self, almost reminding Chloe of the person he

had been before.

Chloe quickly pulled herself out of his embrace. I-I'll go get you smedicine."

As she started to move, Noah grabbed her w

wrist.

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