"Little Chloe, how could you corner big brother like this?"
Len Hawthorne sighed and, extending his hand, gently rested her head on his arm.
Chloe's eyes turned downcast in silence.
"Two years, two years later, big brother will keep pursuing for another two years!"
Maybe he'll get his answer on her twentieth birthday.
At this point, Chloe asked: "What about your fate, aren't you afraid now?"
In an instant, Chloe could feel Len Hawthorne's sudden stiffness.
He slowly loosened his grip on her, his lips pulling up in a forced smile, maintaining his previous relaxed demeanor, "Big brother had too much alcohol when he got back, he was speaking nonsense."
Chloe's eyes darkened, looking at his profile.
As the car started moving again, Chloe said, "No matter what kind of fate, it can't control me."
Len Hawthorne simply didn't dare to take the gamble.
Earlier, he let his words slip in a moment of impulsiveness.
He was actually planning to treat Chloe just like he used to.
