He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 344

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 344: Changing Tides**

Melinda’s expression twisted into one of contempt at the mere mention of Arthur’s name. The disdain bubbled within her, especially after hearing from Zachary the despicable things Arthur had done. A part of her fantasized about unleashing her fury on him, wishing she could reduce him to nothing more than dust beneath her feet. But then Eugene entered her thoughts, and she felt an unexpected warmth. He and Chloe seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, their connection palpable in a way that made her heart swell with hope.

Arthur had never been a figure of admiration in Melinda’s eyes. She often mused that if she were a man, she would have gone to great lengths to protect Chloe, even if it meant risking her own life. To Melinda, such loyalty was a virtue, one that Arthur had woefully neglected.

In her mind, Arthur had stumbled upon a rare gem in Chloe, yet he had failed to appreciate her brilliance. Instead of cherishing her, he had allowed himself to be consumed by the shadow of his so-called “true love,” Jennifer. It was as if he wanted to have everything—Chloe’s affection while still pining for someone else. Melinda shook her head in disbelief. He needed a reality check, a moment of introspection to understand the value of what he had lost.

“Please, let me never cross paths with Arthur again,” Melinda silently prayed. If fate had other plans, she vowed to teach him a lesson he would never forget—show him just how powerful a woman’s resolve could be. The thought of delivering a punch to that insufferable man had been a fantasy of hers for far too long.

“Chloe,” she said, her voice suddenly bright with enthusiasm, “I was thinking… when you finally decide to get married, can I be your bridesmaid?” She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement, but then quickly corrected herself. “No, wait! I should be a groomsman instead. I mean, look at me! It would be a crime to waste this dashing charm as a bridesmaid. I want to stand right behind you, ready to support you!”

Chloe frowned, her mind racing. Was Melinda serious? The notion of marriage felt increasingly absurd to her.

Get married?

Could a day like that ever dawn for someone like her?

She lifted her gaze and studied Melinda, who was still lost in her daydream, her expression radiant.

A wedding… the image of a flowing white dress and the delicate walk down the aisle played in her mind like a distant dream, one that felt forever out of reach.

There had been a time when she believed that by burying her past and striving to live a life of normalcy, she might find happiness. Yet, life had a way of unraveling those hopes, leaving her feeling trapped in a cycle of disappointment.

Everyone makes mistakes once; it’s part of being human. But to repeat the same mistake? That would be sheer folly.

Besides, even if she desired to marry, the opportunity seemed as distant as the stars.

At that moment, Eugene’s tall, striking figure flickered in her thoughts. She recalled that kiss on the rooftop of the Lewis Group—how it had sparked something within her, a flicker of amusement that made her heart race. In that instant, all she had wanted was to lean in and kiss him again.

Perhaps she had already begun to recognize her feelings for Eugene, but the fear of acting on them held her back. What if she made a mistake? What if her emotions led her to hurt him?

Eugene and she came from such different worlds. Why complicate his life any further?

“How dare she come back! Does she not fear that Charles will have her thrown out?”

Madilyn’s hatred for Jennifer ran deep. The woman had already walked away; what gave her the audacity to return as if she owned the place?

Without a moment’s hesitation, Madilyn stormed out of the room, her eyes locking onto Jennifer in the living room. There she stood, holding Jenarth’s hand and barking orders at the staff to move furniture and mattresses around as if she were the queen of the manor.

Fury bubbled over within Madilyn. “Jennifer, what do you think you’re doing? Do you believe Myers Manor is some hotel you can check into at your convenience? What exactly are you trying to pull here?”

At the sound of Madilyn’s sharp tone, Jennifer glanced up, offering her a fleeting look before dismissing her entirely, continuing to direct the workers. “Take these up to the master bedroom in the attic,” she commanded, her voice unwavering.

Not only was Jennifer ignoring her, but she also had the audacity to order people around as if she had every right to be there. The nerve of that woman was astonishing.

“Jennifer, know your place. Who gave you the permission to act so presumptuously?” Madilyn advanced down the stairs, positioning herself directly in front of Jennifer, her stance firm.

Jennifer met Madilyn’s glare with calm indifference, a faint, cool smile playing on her lips. “Oh, I certainly know my place, Madilyn. If I’ve issued these orders, I assure you there are reasons behind them. I apologize for not greeting you upon my arrival, but I’m not feeling well today, so I won’t be bowing to you.”