NovelOnlineChapter 1134: With that final glance, Aelfric had reclaimed every ounce of love he had once lavished upon her, leaving a gaping void in her chest. For the first time, Chloe felt an aching sense of loss that rattled her to her core.
She wanted to salvage what they had, but deep down, she knew it was hopeless. A man like Aelfric didn't backpedal. Once he walked away, there was no turning back.
Her only option now was to cling to Connor. Luckily, his attitude toward her had begun to thaw, and she was determined to seize this chance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTaking a steadying breath, Chloe stepped forward with the thermos in hand, plastering a polite yet detached smile across her face. "Mr. Warren, it's a pleasure to see you." Aelfric's lips curled into a bitter sneer.
Chloe used to call him "Aelfric," her voice dripping with honey. Now, it was the distant and impersonal "Mr. Warren." So that was how it was.
"Miss Brock," he asked, his tone laced with mockery, "have you moved into Daniels Manor?" "Yes, I have," Chloe replied quickly, eager to steer the conversation elsewhere. "I made sfish soup for Connor. Would you care for a bowl, Mr. Warren?" Aelfric's smirk deepened. "Why not?" he drawled, his voice heavy with implication.
Chloe said nothing more, quietly unscrewing the lid of the thermos before pulling out two bowls. With practiced grace, she poured the first bowl and handed it to Connor, then served the second to Aelfric without sparing him so much as a glance.
Find your next chapter galAfter that, Chloe's attention landed squarely on Connor, as if Aelfric didn't even exist. "Connor, give it a taste and letknow if the seasoning is to your liking. If it's off in any way, I'll tweak it next time," she said, her voice laced with warmth and care.
Connor, however, remained as cool as a cucumber, leaving the soup untouched.
Aelfric, on the other hand, lifted his bowl. His eyes lingered on the rich fish soup, its aroma tempting, the broth simmered to perfection—but the sight only deepened the bitterness in his heart.
How ironic. After everything he'd done for Chloe, she had never once asked about his preferences. She didn't even know he couldn't stand fish soup.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYet, she knew Connor's dislike of ginger, leaving it out entirely.
She was an ungrateful woman, blind to all that mattered. Aelfric's simmering anger reached a boil. If she had no regard for him, why should he bother showing her any courtesy? In a sudden burst of pent-up fury, he flung the soup straight at Chloe. The steaming liquid hit Chloe square in the face, and she let out a sharp scream, recoiling as the scalding heat bit into her skin. "Ouch!"
Yet Aelfric remained unmoved by her pained scream, his fury blinding him to any sense of remorse. Without a second thought, he hurled the bowl at Chloe's head, the impact ringing out with a sharp, unforgiving crack.
Chloe had always been a vision of beauty and grace, a talent unmatched since her childhood. Together with her older sister Della, the pair were fondly dubbed "The Belle Sisters of Blebert." Everywhere they went, they left trails of admiration, doted on by men who treated them like queens. Never in her life had Chloe faced anything close to the nightmare unfolding before her now.
Aelfric, the man who once adored her beyond reason, had hurled a steaming bowl of soup at her face.
v.e The searing pain barely had tto register before he struck her again with the sbowl, leaving her forehead slick with blood.
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