CHAPTER 195: CHAPTER 195 SOFT

"Ah! I feel terrible, I feel so terrible! I really can’t take it anymore..."

Chloe Simpson tugged at her own clothes as she spoke.

"Chloe, hold on just a little longer. You just need to hold out for a bit more. The ambulance will be here soon."

Orion Miller was still pretending even at this moment.

To be honest, he could have acted already. Chloe was already on the verge of breaking down.

But whenever Orion thought about Lucas Hughes’s words, thought about how he’d had feelings for Chloe for all these years, thought about everything he’d silently sacrificed for her behind the scenes, he couldn’t help but want to see her suffer like this.

It was as if, in doing so, he experienced an inexplicable rush of satisfaction—a twisted thrill of revenge.

Thinking back on the years Chloe had spent with Lucas, Orion had been silently, endlessly giving in secret all along.

Because he had once dreamed that maybe, one day, he could be with Chloe.

So in the hospital, he’d do whatever he could to help Chloe if she needed assistance.

Even on trivial matters like day shifts and night shifts, he’d pull all the strings he could, trying his best to ensure Chloe didn’t have to work nights.

After all, pulling night shifts was bad for health, and for a woman, it was bad for her skin too.

It was precisely because of all he’d done for her that Orion now felt an even stronger urge to toy with Chloe’s emotions.

"I... I really... can’t hold on... anymore..."

By now, Chloe was drenched with sweat, her white blouse clinging wetly to her body.

It outlined the perfect curves of her figure.

"..."

When Orion saw this, he couldn’t help but instinctively gulp.

Truth be told, Chloe’s figure was undeniably stunning.

She was slender yet curvy!

There was always a saying floating around online: if your weight is under 100 pounds, you’ll either be flat-chested or short.

But Chloe was the exception.

She was very light—only 99 pounds—but had remarkable curves, front and back.

Her waist was extraordinarily slim, as though it would collapse under the faintest grasp.

Her bust measured up to a C-cup!

Orion had always thought Chloe had a fine figure, but in the hospital, staff uniforms were loose and baggy.

Plus, Chloe didn’t usually wear tight clothing; she preferred loose-fitting attire for comfort, so her body shape rarely showed.

This time, Orion saw Chloe’s figure clearly and unmistakably.

Her long, straight legs, her slender and supple waist, and that soft, abundant fullness, along with her raised hips—all of it fired Orion’s blood to a boiling point.

"Orion, isn’t the ambulance here yet? Why is it taking so long? Ah! I feel so horrible right now, it’s unbearable! I feel like my whole body has countless little bugs crawling all over me! Itchy!"

Chloe’s reason still lingered at the very edge of collapse.

"Chloe, you... I’m worried if this goes on, you really won’t be able to endure it. I don’t know what’s going on with that ambulance; it just isn’t arriving. Chloe, maybe... let me help you."

To tell the truth, Orion didn’t just want to toy with Chloe; he wanted her to willingly submit to him, wanted to see her utterly consumed with madness and frenzy under his control.

"Ah! No! Don’t! I... I’ll go to the hospital myself!"

Upon hearing this, Chloe struggled to muster her final thread of rationality. Using every ounce of strength she had left, she managed to stand and attempted to head outside.

"Chloe, actually, do you know? I’ve always cared deeply for you, liked you so much, wanted to be with you. But you always seemed like you never even noticed me."

Having reached this moment, Orion couldn’t possibly let Chloe leave. When he saw her attempt to walk away, he rushed forward and, in a stride, wrapped his arms tightly around her.