He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 217

**TITLE: A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 217: A Forced Wedding**

“I have a project in mind. What do you say we give it a shot?” Chloe proposed, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief as she met Landon’s inquisitive gaze. A small, encouraging smile played on her lips, inviting him into her world of ideas.

Chloe had already made up her mind to invest in Oralia’s film. She knew without a doubt that the people surrounding her were not lacking in financial resources. Securing additional funding for Oralia’s project would be a walk in the park. The thought filled her with excitement; she could already envision the artistic masterpiece that would emerge.

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In stark contrast, the online world was ablaze with chatter. Arthur had unwittingly become the media’s latest obsession, their favorite target for sensational headlines. Frustrated and overwhelmed, he finally decided to silence his phone completely. Ever since the scandal erupted, it had been incessantly vibrating with notifications, each one a reminder of his spiraling situation.

He had tried every trick in the book to bury the story, but the public’s insatiable curiosity was relentless. The tide of gossip had surged beyond his control, and any hope of stopping it had long since vanished. Everything felt like it was spiraling out of his grasp.

Chloe, of all people, must have heard about it by now. Even if she had somehow managed to avoid the news, the people in her circle were surely buzzing about it.

By this point, it was almost certain that Chloe was aware of the scandal. She might even be thoroughly disgusted by the exaggerated reports flooding the media.

What was he supposed to do now?

How could he possibly explain this mess to Chloe?

The truth was painful and raw: he had slept with Jennifer. In a moment of weakness, he had lost sight of himself. It was as if he had been trapped in a fog, his mind clouded and confused. In that haze, he had mistakenly believed he was with Chloe.

Still reeling from the effects of the previous night, he had taken Jennifer—who had somehow ended up beside him—for Chloe. The passion that had surged through him had clouded his judgment, leading to a series of regrettable actions.

If he confessed this to Chloe, would she even believe him?

Deep down, he knew the answer. She wouldn’t believe a word he said. She probably loathed him now.

As he trudged back to the Myers Manor, he felt like a specter, aimlessly wandering through his own life. He had instructed Donald to send Jennifer away—no matter what it took, she needed to be out of Eldermar. At that moment, he craved solitude, desperate to avoid any human interaction.

Ignoring every call that buzzed in his pocket, he resolutely refused to answer the door. All he wanted was to collapse onto his bed and sink into an eternal slumber.

“Daddy Arthur’s back!”

The cheerful voice pierced through his fog of despair, causing Arthur to freeze in his tracks. Was that Jenarth? What on earth was he doing here at the Myers Manor?

Before he could gather his thoughts, another voice chimed in, bright and hopeful.

“Arthur, you’re home!”

Arthur stood rooted to the spot, his heart plummeting as he took in the sight before him—Jennifer and Jenarth were both there, looking at him expectantly.

Jennifer wore a simple white dress that seemed to glow against the dim light of the room. Jenarth, dressed in a miniature suit, looked adorable and impeccably well-mannered.

From the moment his grandfather, Charles, had introduced Chloe as his future wife, he had been aware of her importance.

He remembered the day vividly, yet he had resisted accepting it, believing his life shouldn’t be dictated so easily by Charles’s decisions.

Who could have imagined that everything Charles had done for him was actually the best path laid out for his future?

Now, he felt as if he had lost any chance to make things right. If Chloe were to see him now, she would likely be repulsed.

“Jennifer… I’m sorry,” Arthur finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He was about to ask her to leave when Madilyn’s voice echoed from the top of the staircase, cutting through the thick tension in the room.

“I brought them back.”

Arthur’s gaze shot up, meeting his mother’s stern expression, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He hadn’t anticipated her intervention.

“Arthur, the men in our family take responsibility for their actions,” Madilyn declared coldly, her tone leaving no room for debate. “You and Jennifer are practically tied together now. The entire internet is buzzing with your pictures. Do you genuinely think that hiding from the press will resolve anything?”

Arthur understood precisely what she meant. At that moment, he was not ready to confront the media, nor did he want to face anyone—especially not the two people standing before him.

“For the sake of the Myers family, you need to do what’s right. The details about Jennifer and Jenarth have already been exposed online. What’s done is done. You need to pick a date and announce the wedding,” Madilyn continued, her voice firm as she descended the stairs gracefully, leaving no room for argument.