StartNovelChapter 1133: Once inside the pavilion, Chloe's smile grew eager. "Connor, please sit down while I serve you the soup..." But before she could finish her words, she froze. Her once shy, excited expression completely faltered under Aelfric's cold stare.
Chloe had always been a master of subtle manipulation, stringing Aelfric along without making any binding promises, yet keeping him firmly under her spell.
She chased after Connor with unwavering determination, yet every this rejection stung, she would effortlessly fall back on Aelfric, using his unwavering support and affection as a balm for her wounded pride. But today, things had taken an unexpected turn, and Chloe found herself backed into a corner.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe knew Aelfric wasn't easily fooled-he was sharp as a tack. The only reason she had managed to keep him enthralled for so long was his undeniable affection for her. No matter how often she stumbled, love had a way of blinding him to her flaws.
Yet, this twas different.
A creeping realization dawned on Chloe-Aelfric had seen her feelings for Connor.
Judging by his icy demeanor, he must have been sitting in the pavilion for ages, watching her bend over backward to win Connor's favor. He hadn't missed a thing.
What could she possibly do now? Fresh chapters live gVlChloe couldn't bear the thought of losing someone as remarkable as Aelfric.
For once, her usually quick-witted mind failed her. She clutched the strap of the thermos tightly, her knuckles whitening. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her complexion turned ashen.
Aelfric's piercing gaze was unbearable. The hatred and bitter sarcasm in his eyes cut through her like shards of glass, leaving her reeling in pain she couldn't quite explain.
The pavilion was cloaked in an awkward, deafening silence, even the wind seeming to hold its breath.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmConnor, however, found the scene nothing short of entertaining. He eased into a seat across from Aelfric, pouring himself a steaming cup of coffee with unhurried precision. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Warren," he said, his tone lighthearted.
Aelfric tore his gaze away from Chloe, shifting his attention to Connor. "No trouble at all," he replied evenly.
It was all painfully clear now. Connor had set the stage to expose Chloe's games, forcing Aelfric to confront the truth about her. The heartbreak and humiliation stung, but he couldn't bring himself to resent Connor for it.
If not for this orchestrated moment, he might have continued dancing to Chloe's tune, blind to her duplicity.
Aelfric had once been willing to risk it all for her-preparing to fight Everett to the death to marry her, dreaming of showering her with a life of wealth and grandeur. Even after he fell under Clarissa's thumb, his heart had stubbornly belonged to Chloe. But not anymore.
He still intended to confront Everett, but now it would be for his ownm ambitions, not for love. He aspired to rise to the top, to claim Blebert as his own.
Someday, Aelfric would crown a woman as his queen, bestowing upon her the honor of standing by his side. But that woman would never be chide. From this moment forward, she was erased from his life entirely. A cold emptiness washed over Chloe as she felt Aelfric's affection being stripped away.
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