"Ah! I feel terrible, I feel so terrible! I really can't take it anymore..."
Chloe Simpson tugged at her own clothes as she spoke.
"Chloe, hold on just a little longer. You just need to hold out for a bit more. The ambulance will be here soon."
Orion Miller was still pretending even at this moment.
To be honest, he could have acted already. Chloe was already on the verge of breaking down.
But whenever Orion thought about Lucas Hughes's words, thought about how he'd had feelings for Chloe for all these years, thought about everything he'd silently sacrificed for her behind the scenes, he couldn't help but want to see her suffer like this.
It was as if, in doing so, he experienced an inexplicable rush of satisfaction—a twisted thrill of revenge.
Thinking back on the years Chloe had spent with Lucas, Orion had been silently, endlessly giving in secret all along.
Because he had once dreamed that maybe, one day, he could be with Chloe.
