Chapter 183


    The apron actually belonged to Chloe. She had bought it during a time when she whimsically decided to dive into cooking. But she never actually set foot in the kitchen. Instead, the apron naturally found its way onto Connor.


    Since it was adies'' apron, it was a bit small on Connor. His tall, lean figure, paired with the teddy bear apron, seemed almostical. Still, she couldn''t deny that, at this moment, he looked incredibly handsome. The evening sunlight streamed in through the window, filtering through a maple tree just outside. The dappled light danced on his body like ripples on water. His profile seemed bathed in light as if dusted with ayer of fine gold.


    He was focused, and his movements while chopping vegetables were calm and elegant. It was as if he wasn''t just cooking but creating a piece of art. Chloe leaned against the door, a small smile ying on her lips, enjoying the delightful sight.


    Connor sensed her presence and turned around. He saw Chloe staring at him with affection.


    "Awake?"


    "Mhm."


    "I just need a few minutes, and dinner will be ready soon. I''ve made your favorite, honey-zed pork ribs."


    Chloe walked over, yfully wrapping her arms around Connor''s neck. She tiptoed to kiss his lips. "I think you''re the more delicious meal." Connor''s gaze suddenly ddarkened, but his ears quickly turned a shade of red. "Chloe, if you don''t stop, I guarantee you won''t be having dinner in the next four hours."


    Chloe quickly let go of Connor, stepping back with a chuckle and raising her hands in mock surrender. "Dinner first."


    Tonight''s dinner was exceptionallyvish, and Chloe enjoyed it immensely. She looked just like her usual self, seemingly fully recovered. But Connor still felt a pang of difort in his heart. He realized she had been through so much and harbored so many things within. She always healed herself when faced with troubles. Behind her bright and cheerful demeanory an indelible shadow, and the self she showed him was never her true self. "I''m sorry," Connor finally spoke.


    Chloe knew why he suddenly


    apologized. He had learned abouret


    her past and was probably apologizing for his previous


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    Chloe seemed nonchnt, but Connor felt uneasy. It seemed she hadn''t truly opened up to him. Yet, given their unique rtionship and his inability to offer her a future, what right did he have to demand herplete reliance and trust?


    "Connor, help me find someone," Chloe suddenly said.


    Connor snapped back to reality. He seemed to know what Chloe was about to say. "Scarface Shawn?" he asked.


    At the mention of the name, Chloe''s fingers tightened. "I want him to rot in jail. I can''t let such scum harm others."


    Connor''s face remained expressionless. He spoke calmly, "He''s already dead."


    Chloe was shocked. After a long moment, she asked in disbelief, "Did you do it?"


    Connor looked up at Chloe. "No, he died three years ago."