"I'll take a shower too. After a long day at work, I want to change clothes. I was in a hurry to come here earlier, so I didn't have time."
Chloe Grant found an excuse and ran upstairs.
More than anything, it was an unconscious escape.
Chloe kept telling herself not to think too much about the child, even though he was a part of the past.
But...
As the feelings grew stronger, she realized how naive her thoughts were.
She couldn't truly manage not to ask anything or not to care about anything.
As she went upstairs, Lucas Morgan stopped at his room door.
The second floor of the old house always had rooms for the three of them, with everything they needed available.
"Chloe."
Lucas seemed to hesitate for a moment, sighed, "Do you still care about that child?"
Chloe stopped in her tracks, a bitter smile on her lips, "I really wish I didn't care.
