Revenge Of The Jilted Bride (Ophelia)

Noah looked towards Wyatt's room, thinking about how Chloe had raised the child alone for five years, a frown creasing his brow.

His face, already serious, became even more frightening, and the tension around him made it difficult for anyone to breathe. Seeing Chloe remain silent, his eyes filled with coldness "Speak. Don't stay quiet like before when you did something wrong." Chloe let out a mocking laugh, "What did I do wrong? I can come to Heloria whenever I please. What does it have to do with you, Noah? We're broken up. You have no control over me anymore."

"Broken up? Did I agree to that?" Noah stood up from the sofa and walked over to her, not looking pleased.

"I already told you, I was lying to you all along. I got close to you on purpose to find out about the West family's plans, to help my father-"

Noah lifted her chin and forcefully kissed her lips. As soon as he kissed her, a sharp pain hit his tongue, but he didn't let go. This kiss was different from the brief one before he lost his memory last time. It was intense and possessive, both familiar and strange Every time his tongue ventured in, Chloe would bite down hard, the taste of blood spreading in their mouths, which was not pleasant at all.

But Noah acted as if he couldn't feel the pain and continued kissing her. He only let her go when a warm sensation touched his cheek, lowering his gaze to look at her.

Chloe closed her eyes, tears still clinging to her lashes.

He stared at that familiar face, feeling his frustration gradually fading away. She no longer looked like as fearless as she once

at himself. was. He felt both heartache and anger. He was angry

"Don't lie to me. Speak honestly," Noah wiped the tears from her face, his tone noticeably softer. Yet his expression remained

stern.

Chloe felt the last barrier in her heart beginning to crack. She lifted her lashes, looking at him with her deep blue eyes. "I've fooled you so, many times, and you always believed me. Why not this time?"

Her tears poured out, her eyes red, even her delicate eyebrows took on a faint pink hue. Her presence had been a lie from the very

start.

"Do you really think your little tricks could fool me?" He knew perfectly well. He had just willingly let himself be deceived by

her.

Chloe looked slightly surprised at the man before her, tears blurring her vision again. Before meeting him, she believed her only purpose was to help her father reclaim the leadership position that was once his.

But after meeting Noah, her life changed. She enjoyed watching this serious, straight-laced man struggle to maintain his composure under her teasing. She loved teasing him.

She loved how he lowered his guard for her again and again. She had never experienced this feeling of being embraced

before.

After a brief silence, Noah looked at her seriously. "Chloe, come home with me."

Chloe looked at him in surprise, questioning if she had misheard. She thought Noah didn't even know what he was talking about. She couldn't go back with him given her circumstances. She even thought Noah's mind was somehow unclear. 10:21 Wed, Dec 11

Noah understood what she was thinking. "Back then, your father conspired with a family from Dellanex to kidnap my mother and Queena. The person supposed to kill Queena couldn't do it and left her alive as a bargaining chip. "So it's very possible that Queena is still alive. Five years ago, when I came to Dellanex, I discovered some leads about her whereabouts. I was in such a rush to pursue them that I didn't tell you."

He didn't plan to leave without saying goodbye, and his anger wasn't about her being part of the Davidson family. It was about her never trusting him in the relationship. She never believed in his feelings for her.

"Once I find Queena, I'll take you back home," They even had Wyatt now, and everything'd already set in stone. If Xander still didn't agree, he could always cut ties with him once more. Noah grasped Chloe's shoulders. "Trust me."Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Chloe stared into his dark eyes and saw herself reflected clearly. For a moment, she felt like she was back to five years.

"I'll cook for you and Wyatt. Did you really add so much sugar to the apple pie last time on purpose? That's not how I taught you."

The warmth Chloe felt earlier gradually faded, making her feel a bit awkward hearing him say that. She uttered softly, "Haven't I taught you enough? You keep embarrassing me."

"When did I ever embarrass you?" Noah said, taking his hands off her shoulders, confusion showing on his serious face. "You forgot all the hacking skills I taught you. Isn't that embarrassing enough?"

Noah lowered his eyes, trying to remember, but he couldn't recall anything about it.

Wyatt peeked through the crack in the door. He saw Noah enter the kitchen while Chloe watched with an admiring look, like a fangirl. He couldn't figure out why they had changed. He scratched his forehead, thinking, 'Adults are so strange.' Noah used the remaining ingredients to make a whole table full of dishes. Wearing a light blue cloud-patterned apron over his black sleeveless shirt, he placed the last dish on the table. "Call our son for dinner."

He really got used to calling Wyatt "son." Chloe felt awkward hearing that. "Who said he's your son?"

Noah set the plate on the table a bit louder than needed. "No lying allowed."

Chloe was at a loss for words. His scolding tone was back. "Some people were cuter when they were clueless," At least back then, he behaved.

"Do you

like that clueless guy because he was easy to fool?"

Chloe was speechless, the way he talked was like he wasn't talking about himself. Back then, he was really easy to fool. He believed everything she said, unlike now.

Wyatt didn't need to be called. He came out on his own, his eyes assessing Noah. "Noah, you're not allowed to bully my mommy."

"From now on, call me Daddy."

Those words made Chloe' heart skip a beat.

Wyatt Stevens was unfazed, tilting his head. "Did you win my mommy over? Mommy, have you agreed to let him be my daddy?"

Noah bent down and picked up Wyatt. "Give me two minutes. Let me talk to him."

"Put me down! I don't like you this way."

"Call me Daddy."

Both Chloe and Wyatt were speechless.

With Wyatt Stevens' bedroom door shut, Chloe was still confused. She wondered what Noah wanted to say to Wyatt. Driven by curiosity, she walked to the door and pressed her ear against, feeling somewhat familiar about eavesdropping. In the room, Noah held Wyatt up to the mirror. "Take a look. Do we look alike?"

"Not at all. I take after Mommy, who's smart."

Noah was speechless. He was surprised that there was such a strong belief that he had a silly image.

Wyatt didn't even look at the mirror. He tilted his head, looking at Noah. "I don't want you to be my daddy because Mommy doesn't like you. I have to think about Mommy's happiness. Don't even think about me calling you that."