Accidenttal One Night Stand with My Aloof Uncle-Chapter 588 - 598: Don’t Think of Me 8

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Chapter 588: Chapter 598: Don’t Think of Me 8

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When Matthew Morgan let go of Chloe Grant, she directly swung her hand and slapped him across the face!

A slap.

Loud! It carried the bitterness and anger in Chloe Grant’s heart.

"You always do this. Refuse to tell me anything, refuse to explain anything. Matthew Morgan, I thought you loved me, but then I realized that maybe you didn’t love me that much after all. If you loved me, you wouldn’t be so cruel to hurt me like this."

Chloe Grant suddenly laughed, leaned back, and softly murmured, "I beg you, in the days to come, in these long nights full of dreams, don’t think of me, don’t remember me, think until you go crazy.

Because this love was something you chose to abandon.

Whether or not you had a past with Thea Yates, or if you had some kind of hidden agenda, Matthew Morgan, please remember, you gave up on me, and what we had, to fulfill her, to fulfill yourself."

Chloe Grant forced back her tears and, after finishing, decisively turned around.

With a sense of finality.

By coincidence, as she turned around, a taxi happened to pass by, and it happened to be vacant.

Chloe Grant hailed it and then got in.

The car drove away, and she didn’t look back, instead, she sobbed uncontrollably in the back seat.

The driver was an older lady.

Seeing Chloe Grant crying so heartbreakingly, she compassionately handed her a tissue.

"Thank you." Chloe Grant accepted it.

"Ah, young lady, had a fight with your boyfriend?" she remarked with sympathy.

Chloe Grant wiped her tears, "No, it’s my ex-boyfriend."

She had cried so hard that her voice was nasal.

The lady sighed again, "So, it’s a breakup. Young miss, I can tell you really loved your boyfriend, otherwise, you wouldn’t be crying like this. If there’s a misunderstanding, just talk it out. If you love him, don’t give up so easily."

"He gave up on me!" Chloe Grant accused, "He gave up on me! It was him! It was him!"

Her emotions, which were already not very calm, intensified as Chloe Grant cried even harder because of this sentence.

The older lady hesitated to say more and quickly tried to comfort her, "Yes, yes, calm down, calm down."

She hurriedly handed Chloe Grant another tissue.

Once Chloe Grant’s emotions had calmed down, the lady asked where she was headed.

Chloe Grant mentioned a villa address.

All the way, the lady dared not say much more.

Chloe Grant’s emotions had relaxed, but when the lady spoke, it stirred her up again, so the lady refrained from saying anything further.

It was only when Chloe Grant was getting out of the car that she said, "Emotions are your own. Even if the other person gives up, if you still don’t want to give up, then try hard once more. It’s already heart-wrenching pain, what harm is there in trying another time?"

Chloe Grant only mumbled a "Thank you", and the lady didn’t know if she had taken it to heart.

That night, gusty winds suddenly arose outside, followed by a heavy downpour.

Chloe Grant sat by the floor-to-ceiling window in her room, watching the rain crash against the glass, as her tears fell drop by drop.

On her phone, the song looped continuously:

"Those happy times are so rare and beautiful

Can you really bear to let them go

The dream that just became real

Shattered in an instant

Hope you can really sleep well

Clearly, you loved me most too

No reason we can’t have a result

As long as you dare not be cowardly

Why should we miss out

Long nights full of dreams, don’t remember me

It’s best not to come back and admit you were wrong

Don’t, think of me until you go crazy

...

Tears streaming down her face, Chloe Grant looked at the rain outside, her heart feeling as if it were being ripped apart.

However, she did not know at this moment.

Below, in the rain, a silent figure stood, standing straight without any tremor despite the wind and rain.

Only...

In this stormy night, such a figure, with such sorrow...