Chapter 535 Workaholic

Chloe's breath caught in her throat.

Michael recited her favorite poem by her favorite poet.

He recited it in his confused state as if to tell her he had read it.

She had thought he was just pretending at the Jorge Luis Borges poetry gathering, trying to create a false sense of shared interest.

But now, it was clear he had genuinely read Jorge Luis Borges' work.

Her heart ached, and a bitter taste filled her mouth. Why couldn't Michael have done this sooner? She might not have completely given up on him if he had changed a week or a month earlier. But now, with everything settled, he decided to change for her.

He held her hand. "Chloe, is it really too late for me?"

Chloe said, "Michael, next time you meet someone you like, don't be so slow to realize it." For them, what was lost was lost.

Michael's hand fell away. Chloe stood up, looked at him, and said, "Go sleep on the sofa. You'll catch a cold on the floor."

She couldn't tell if he was truly drunk or just pretending, but by now, it didn't matter.

Michael outside, and

a call from Tom saying he was downstairs to pick up

found Michael standing in her living room,

Chloe regretted forgetting to wash them

there, unsure of what to do, Chloe tossed him a

then dropped, and he realized his predicament. He had

Chloe and pressed his lips. "You've seen it before." He thought, "Why does she

different! We were married then. But

retort, he replied, "If you want, we could be

to lay traps with his words. "I don't want

Chloe opened the door to a man holding a bag. "Ms. Nelson, these are Mr. Shawn's clothes." Chloe took the bag

Sir Shawn asked if you could

here?" She had assumed it was just

walked over. "Let's

she had said everything necessary to Admas last time and saw no point in going.

something, and after changing her shoes, said, "Okay,

face lit up as soon as he saw Chloe. "Chloe, thank

to thank for. She had just let Michael

Fare. Let's

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