He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 216

**TITLE: A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**

**Chapter 216: The Hotel Scandal**

“As soon as you figure out what you want, just let me know,” Eugene said, his voice smooth as he approached Chloe, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Chloe arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his tone. “Alright,” she replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

They strolled away, laughter bubbling up around them like a warm embrace. Unbeknownst to them, on the expansive viewing deck of the manor, a pair of keen eyes had been observing every interaction at the riding arena, taking in the scene with a mix of intrigue and delight.

The man was tall, his features strikingly handsome, exuding an air of confidence that was hard to ignore.

“Ah, my dear Chloe! You remain as stunning as ever!” he exclaimed, his voice rich and inviting.

Nearby, a table was laden with an array of drinks. A professional bartender was expertly mixing cocktails, the clinking of ice and the swirl of colors creating a vibrant atmosphere.

“Chloe, which one would you like?” Landon asked, lifting two glasses for her to see—one filled with a smooth, fruity wine, the other a freshly mixed, potent vodka that promised to pack a punch.

With a quick glance, Chloe grinned and said, “I’ll take the strong one.” She reached for the vodka, her fingers brushing against the cool glass.

Just as the glass was about to touch her lips, it was gently but firmly taken from her grasp.

Turning, she found Eugene now holding her drink with a knowing smile. “Try this instead. That one’s a bit too strong for you,” he suggested, handing her a colorful cocktail adorned with a slice of lemon on the rim. He kept the vodka for himself, a playful glint in his eyes.

Chloe stared at the drink he had chosen for her. It looked almost childlike, a concoction that seemed more suited for a summer picnic than a gathering like this. She had certainly handled much stronger drinks in the past, and the vodka was hardly a challenge.

But as she met Eugene’s calm, steady gaze, she felt a wave of surrender wash over her. Perhaps it was the warmth in his eyes or the gentle insistence in his tone that made her relent.

She took a tentative sip of the cocktail, the sweetness surprising her. Just then, her phone buzzed insistently in her pocket. She glanced at the screen and saw Oralia’s name flashing.

Most likely calling to remind her about their earlier promise to visit the set.

With a slight turn away from the crowd, she answered, her voice bright. “I told you I’d come. I always keep my word. You—”

“Chloe! That jerk Arthur is all over the news again!” Oralia’s voice burst through the line, filled with urgency and anger as soon as the call connected.

Nearby guests, engaged in their own conversations, quieted as they caught snippets of Oralia’s heated tone. Her words rang out clearly, drawing everyone’s attention to Chloe.

She had shared six years of her life with Arthur, convinced that she knew him inside and out. It had felt like they were intimate, yet now she realized she had been sleeping with a stranger all along. All those years, Arthur had maintained an image of purity. Had she been naive enough to think he was incapable of such betrayal?

“He really knows how to have a good time. Sleeping with women and making headlines—definitely one of a kind,” Landon remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he gave a mock thumbs-up.

Nearby, Joseph checked his phone as well. He glanced at the screen, shook his head in disdain, and muttered something under his breath.

Chloe skimmed through the comments beneath the photos. The internet was ablaze with speculation, everyone desperate to uncover the identity of the woman in the pictures.

Media outlets had set up camp outside the Myers Group, trying to corner Arthur for a statement. The company’s phone lines were jammed, no official comment offered, just a wall of silence that only fueled the scandal’s fire.

Chloe tucked her phone away, a sense of calm washing over her. Whatever games Arthur and Jennifer chose to play were theirs alone. Even if they decided to broadcast their affection live, it wouldn’t stir a single emotion within her.

She was Chloe—her decisions were final. Any man she had cast aside, no matter how he glittered now, would never capture her interest, especially not someone who barely deserved to be called trash.

Her gaze lifted to the group surrounding her, sensing their curiosity and the tension in the air. She knew why they had fallen silent, why the atmosphere felt charged, and she decided to cut through it with a question directed at Landon, who stood nearby. “Have you invested in any projects from Kellian Media?”

“Kellian Media’s projects are generally considered safe bets,” Landon replied, his tone shifting to one of seriousness. “However, they haven’t had any blockbusters in quite some time.”