As soon as she stepped inside, Chloe spotted Connor descending from the second floor. When he saw her, he halted mid-step.
"Heading to the office?" Chloe asked casually.
Connor didn’t respond; he just stared down at her from his elevated position.
It wasn't until she walked past him that he finally spoke. "Why didn’t you pick up your phone?"
Chloe pulled her phone out of her bag to check. "It died."
She noticed Connor's expression was anything but cheerful. "Did you wait up for me last night? I told you I had plans and not to wait."
Connor locked eyes with her. "You didn’t say you wouldn’t be coming home."
Chloe smiled, leaning in to give him a quick, soothing peck on the lips. "Sorry, darling, I'll let you know in advance next time."
She tried to head upstairs to catch up on some sleep, but suddenly, a forceful grip caught her arm.
"Chloe, what am I to you, your pet dog?" Anger was brewing on his handsome face. "There to pet when you're pleased and kicked aside when you're not?"
Chloe couldn’t fathom why he was so riled up this early in the morning. She had clearly told him not to wait up for her.
Well, over these three years, every now and then, he’d display such pettiness.
Chloe tried to be patient, "I really had something to do yesterday. How about I make it up to you tonight?"
Usually, at this point, Connor would back down, but this time, his expression only darkened. "Your so-called 'something to do' was cozying up with Lucas in that club?"
Chloe quickly realized what was going on. "You were at the club last night, too?"
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