CHAPTER 323: CHAPTER 323: YOUR REQUEST 3

Lucas Morgan listened to Chloe Grant’s murmured narration, and immediately, the image of Matthew Morgan surfaced in his mind.

When Chloe lost her memory, it was only then that Lucas realized how deep Matthew’s feelings truly were.

Before, he knew that Matthew adored Chloe, only he was somewhat rigid, not skilled in expressing it.

But, after Chloe’s amnesia, Lucas was genuinely certain that Matthew wasn’t unskilled in expressing; he was forcefully restraining himself.

Restraining his emotions for Chloe Grant.

In reality...

When Lucas knew about Matthew’s feelings for Chloe, he was actually very averse to it in his heart, and felt it shouldn’t be this way.

He even tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep because of this truth.

Just thinking, it shouldn’t be this way, and it definitely shouldn’t be like that!

"I know, this time I’m asking you to let Lily go, I’ve gone too far, but after all, she’s pregnant with my child, I can’t bear to see her go to jail."

Lucas let out a long breath, and finally said those words.

He raised his head and smiled.

Before Matthew could deal with Lily Grant, he first came to appeal to Chloe Grant.

Lucas also knew he had lost all his grace.

But...

He really couldn’t be cold-hearted to a woman carrying his child...

"So, if I die today... I deserve it."

The last few words, Chloe said lightly.

More with a sense of despair.

Now she’s only confused about the time she lost her memory, but she’s very clear about what happened in the past.

She remembers clearly how Lucas once blindly trusted Lily Grant.

He turned a blind eye to the harm done to her.

She also clearly remembers everything Lucas did for Lily Grant.

The Morgan family are all love fools.

It’s just, Lucas’s love... wasn’t for her.

"You should go, right now I really can’t face you." Chloe closed her eyes.

Lucas moved his lips, wanting to speak... but, in the end, he gave up.

Leaving just one sentence, "Then take a good rest."

Chloe didn’t respond, only turned her head away.

Lucas glanced at her again, sighed, stood up, and left Chloe’s room.

As Lucas just walked out, Lily Grant came up.

"Lucas..."

Lily stopped in her tracks, eyes innocent, softly calling his name.

Holding her three-month-pregnant belly, a bit tired.

Isabella Gray said, judging by the shape of her belly, she’s 80% sure it’s a boy.

Regarding Lily’s pregnancy, Isabella was quite happy.

After all, the elderly always want to hold their grandson sooner.

"Chloe, still won’t forgive me?" Lily walked over, tears already welling in her eyes.

She lowered her head, looking guilty, "I’m sorry for putting you in such a tough spot... But, that day I truly lost my head in anger, Chloe was so furious, she cursed at me, humiliated me, I just..."

"Enough."

Lucas spoke to stop her, and told Lily not to continue.

He walked past Lily, heading forward.

When he closed his eyes, all he could see was Chloe’s look of despair and disappointment when she saw him.

Lucas felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

Like something was piercing him, the pain was unbearable.

Unconsciously, Lucas quickened his pace, heading downstairs.

"Lucas, where are you going?"

Isabella’s voice called from downstairs, followed by Lucas’s vague reply, "To buy something."

Lily turned around, looking at the closed door of Chloe’s room...