Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe) novel Chapter 8

Roy quickly said, "Mr. Bolton, I've hired over a hundred expert divers and thousands of boatmen. We've done a thorough search from the incident site to downstream, but there's still no sign of Mrs. Bolton."

Only then did the tight furrow on Luke's brow relax. He leaned back in his chair, a contemptuous smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"What did I tell you? She's always been good at putting on a show. That's enough—tell everyone to come back, there's no need to keep looking."

Roy still seemed a bit uneasy. "Even if Mrs. Bolton didn't commit suicide, she's still missing. What if—"

"She's probably just hiding out somewhere, throwing a tantrum. No need to worry. Once she's done sulking, she'll come back."

After hanging up the phone, Luke stared at the picture of us on his desk, lost in thought.

It was taken when I was 17, right after we played tennis together. The sun was shining, and I was smiling so brightly.

I could see the nostalgia in Luke's eyes.

How laughable. Nostalgia? For the old me?

The very person who took my smile away was him—my executioner!

"Luke!" Anna's voice interrupted.

She locked the door behind her and sat straight onto Luke's lap.

Luke tried to push her away. "Anna, stop fooling around!"

"Luke, you wanted me so many times last night. You obviously love me too, so why are you pretending to be a gentleman now?"

Anna pressed her chest against his arm, her breath warm against his ear. "This is the room Chloe used to live in. Doesn't that make it more exciting?"

Anna, that shameless mistress, even wanted to taint the last clean space I had.

"Get out! Both of you, get out!"

I screamed with all my might, rage boiling inside me, but they acted as if they didn't hear a thing.

There was no lust in Luke's eyes, though. Instead, there was a trace of caution.

"Anna, we agreed—just last night and that's it."