He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 240

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**He Cheated, I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything**

**Chapter 240 The Choice to Stay**

**18 Fears**

As Eugene succumbed to unconsciousness, Landon’s concern eclipsed everything else, even Chloe’s presence. He muttered fervently under his breath, his voice laced with urgency and fear.

“If anything happens to you, your dad will tear this whole city apart,” he murmured, his gaze locked onto the darkening bruise that marred Eugene’s wrist. The swelling was alarming; it was as if time was slipping away, and with it, Eugene’s chances of survival. Landon felt a knot tightening in his stomach—he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

Chloe remained silent, her heart heavy. She recognized that Landon’s harsh tone stemmed from a deep-seated fear rather than anger. She could see the worry etched across his face, and it mirrored her own internal turmoil.

Her mind was a whirlpool of Eugene’s words, echoing in her thoughts like a haunting melody.

“Are you worried about me?”

“Were you nervous about me?”

Did her response even matter now? He had posed those questions just moments before he collapsed, and the weight of them pressed down on her.

“Don’t head to the hospital. The Cosmos Group board meeting is about to start. All the major players are already in Capaville. If they find out Mr. Rosewood’s hurt, it’ll cause chaos. Go straight to his residence.”

Landon’s voice was firm, each word a command that left no room for argument. He turned sharply to Bruce, urgency radiating from him. “Tell Mr. Moses to bring the equipment and meds here. We need to avoid any extra attention.”

The car veered away from the hospital, taking an unfamiliar route. Chloe’s heart raced as a sense of déjà vu washed over her. Where were they going? And why did the path feel so eerily familiar? It dawned on her, a realization that sent a shiver down her spine—they were heading toward Riverville Prime Residence.

As the car pulled into the estate and stopped at Villa No.1, the pieces fell into place. She and Eugene had been neighbors all along, a twist of fate that felt almost surreal.

What were the odds? In a place with only eight villas, she resided in No.8, while he was in No.1.

The vehicle crept forward, and several bodyguards rushed out, their faces grim as they carefully lifted Eugene’s limp form and carried him inside. Just as the medics finished assessing the bite, David arrived, his expression a mix of concern and determination.

“Let me see him!” he demanded, his voice taut with anxiety as he rushed to join the others.

Chloe remained in the living room, standing just outside the door. It was slightly ajar, allowing her to catch glimpses of the chaos within. She could have walked in, could have pushed the door open, but the thought of it paralyzed her. Courage felt like a distant concept.

Why was she hesitating? Was she afraid? A person like her—did she even know what fear truly felt like?

Afraid of what? The image of Eugene’s eyes before he collapsed lingered in her mind, stirring something deep within her. She felt a tumult of emotions that she couldn’t quite grasp, a whirlwind of anxiety that threatened to consume her.

“David, are you tired of being dean? If Mr. Rosewood finds out you made him take medicine like that, none of us will sleep again—because we’ll be dead.” Landon glared at him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

“Then let me die. Better than dealing with what comes later, right?” David’s words were reckless, but desperation clawed at him, leaving him grasping for any solution.

“I’ll do it.”

A calm, steady voice sliced through the thick tension that hung in the air like a storm cloud. Landon and David turned abruptly, their eyes widening in surprise as they found Chloe standing there, water glass in hand, her expression resolute.

“Give me the medicine,” she said softly, her determination unwavering.

Without hesitation, David understood her intent. He swiftly took the small pile of pills from Landon’s hand and stepped over to Chloe, passing them to her with a sense of urgency.

“Separate the black and white ones. Black first, then white. Wait a few minutes in between,” he instructed quietly, his eyes locked onto hers, conveying trust.

“I understand,” Chloe replied, her voice steady as she took a breath, steeling herself for the task ahead.

“Then I’ll leave it to you,” David concluded, casting one last glance before stepping out of the room.

The other medics followed suit, leaving Landon standing there, watching her with a mix of admiration and apprehension. After a moment of contemplation, he turned and walked out, leaving Chloe alone with her thoughts and the weight of the situation pressing heavily on her shoulders.