Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

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Chapter 319

Someone inside tossed a bag of kitchen trash at the door, and just as she was about to close it, her gaze slowly shifted up from a pair of black leather shoes.

Black casual pants wrapped around a pair of long, straight legs, paired with a black round-neck tank top. In the brown paper bag was a bunch of blue irises.

Chloe held her breath as she looked up and met Noah's deep, still eyes. His face was sharply defined with prominent features, but without any unnecessary expression, he looked as silent as a seasoned official Chloe felt like her heart skipped a few beats. She quickly grabbed the door handle and shut it tightly, thinking it must have been her imagination. She turned to head to the kitchen and heard a knock on the door behind her. "Chloe, open the door."

Hearing this familiar call made Chloe's legs go weak, as if they were filled with lead, keeping her rooted to the spot.

'Chloe, we need to talk."

The voice was cold and unfeeling, and the knocking echoed again, making her really wonder if this was reality. She wondered who the man really was. He seemed to be Noah. But he had bought blue irises.

If Noah had regained his memory, he wouldn't want to see her.

count to three. If you don't open the door, I'll kick it down."

Chloe found Noah was quite commanding.

Noah began to count down, "One, two."

Wyatt ran out of the room, the sound of his little feet pattering. "Mommy, who's out there?"

"Three," The door was kicked open, crashing down along with the frame, sending a shower of wall dust to the floor.

Wyatt saw a tall figure standing in the hazy white space outside the door. "Noah!" His eyes shone with excitement, and just as he was about to rush to Noah, Chloe grabbed his collar, making his little legs flail in the air briefly. "Go back to your room," Chloe instructed, steering Wyatt back into his room. The entire living room was left with just the two of them.

The man's black leather shoes creaked on the door as he slowly walked towards her.

His face was serious, with eyebrows tightly knit, and he coughed lightly into his fist while examining the room's layout. It was remarkably similar to the apartment on the tenth floor.

He placed the blue irises on the counter and walked to the kitchen. Seeing the food cooking, he said, "You've learned to cook? That's impressive. Not like before when you'd serve takeout on plates, trying to fool me it was homemade." Hearing this, Chloe blushed at the old memories he brought up. Taking a deep breath to understand what had just happened, her expression turned stern. "Mr. West, even in Heloria, breaking into someone's home is illegal." Hearing her scream, Noah habitually said, "It's burnt."

to the kitchen, turned off the oven, and took out the burnt pie. "Noah, you're not welcome here, so please leave." "Are you upset with me? Do you think I've let go of my anger

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Chapter 319

watched her walk away. He found Chloe was somehow

"We've broken up

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about to turn on the tap to wash it, her finger

water on full

nothing

called her by her full name with a hoarse voice. His eyes showed no anger, but there was no warmth either. ready know, why are

his. "Since you looking for me? I knew who you were all along, that's why I stayed by your side.

hate being lied to? I've been lying to you from the beginning. I'm

found the first aid kit and

her hand back from him once

you've tried to get rid

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herself for being weak before. Her eyes were red, and she choked

you explain him to me first?" Noah glanced at little Wyatt peeking from the wall. He looked into those big eyes that resembled black grapes. Their faces were practically carved from the same mold. Only a fool wouldn't notice. Or maybe,

throat, he placed a yellow SpongeBob bandage on Chloe's finger, picked up the first aid kit,

Wyatt by the door, signaling him to come

didn't know what was going on or why Noah was being so stern. So he got a

here. Your mommy's got so much

felt a bit guilty. The memory-restored Noah

I'll buy you

Noah was unfamiliar. "Mommy, what's wrong with Noah? Is he

me Daddy,"

that, Chloe's heart skipped a beat, and her throat tightened with dryness.

and quickly

Noah sat comfortably on the couch, legs crossed, and a

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