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Chapter 169
Connor couldn't show too much concern. Every time he let a bit of his true feelings slip, she'd say he was crossing the line, almost like she was looking for an excuse to break things off completely.
Connor forced a smile. "It's alright, I'm not that heartless. Let him rest up. I'll make sure someone takes good care of him."
Chloe nodded.
Connor walked over to her. "How about a trip to the supermarket? I can cook dinner for you tonight."
Connor's cooking was fantastic, but he was usually too busy to get in the kitchen.
Honestly, Chloe missed his meals. But she shook her head. "I have to go back to the Moncada estate tonight, so I can't join you for dinner."
She stepped closer to Connor and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, "I'll be back late tonight."
Then, she clicked away in her high heels.
Chloe couldn't get to the Moncada estate fast enough. She headed straight to Lucas' room and quickly unlocked the safe with the code.
It was nearly empty, with just one thing inside: her diary.
Chloe crouched down and pulled it out.
It was the one she lost in her sophomore year, still looking brand new, as if it hadn't been touched much. Lucas must have only read it once.
As she held the diary, Chloe's emotions were all over the place.
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Right now, it felt like Pandora's box. Chloe knew that once she opened it, all the sins, lies, darkness, traps, and schemes would come pouring out, maybe even changing the fates of several people.
But she opened it anyway, slowly turning the pages.
The first few entries were her own, filled with college memories and future plans. Then she found the first entry written by Linda, mimicking her handwriting.
[May 1, Sunny.
Today, I watched Luca play
basketball and saw the scar on his
Bel
waist. It's so ugly and scary. I've always felt a bit guilty about that incident and promised to be responsible, but deep down, I'm growing more and more disgusted by him. It was his own carelessness, so why should I feel guilty for a lifetime?]
[May 7, Cloudy.
Lucas got into a fight today and ended up at the police station. Why is he still so childish? It seems like I've been cleaning up his messes forever. And in the end, I still have to comfort him. He's always like a kid who never grows up. When will he mature a bit?]
[May 23, Cloudy.
I'm sick to death of Lucas. He's as
foolish as a groundhog that can only
squeal. We were winning the debate today, but he blew it and let the
other team get the upper hand. I really want to crack open his skull to see if there's anything inside. He's been failing at everything since elementary school-so frustratingly stupid. He's just lucky to be born into a wealthy family. If he were an ordinary person, he'd achieve nothing and not even get into college.]
[June 9, Partly Cloudy.
Lucas tried to kiss me today, but I feel nothing for him. I'm so
disgusted by the scar on his waist. It constantly reminds me of what I owe him, and I hate this feeling. Sometimes I think, would this feeling go away if he died? Not that want him dead. It's just a thought.]