Chapter 257

Chapter 257 She Loves Me to the Point of Obsession

Emily went to answer the door, a perplexed expression on her face as she accepted the takeout

delivery.

“Did you order food, Coco?” she asked.

“No, I didn’t,” replied Chloe.

“Neither did I,” Emily said.

At that moment, Icarus called.

“Chloe, I ordered some food for you guys. I’m not sure if it suits your taste, but I heard that indulging in

sweets can lift your mood when you’re feeling down, so I got some for you,” Icarus explained.

Chloe whispered softly, “Thank you…”

“No need to be polite with me. If you need anything, feel free to reach out anytime,” Icarus assured her.

“Okay, goodbye,” Chloe said before hanging up.

Emily handed Chloe a cup of ice cream smoothie with a beaming smile. “Since you’ve ended things

with Joseph, why not consider Icarus? I think he’s quite decent.”

“I did break up with Joseph, but we still have a contract. If necessary, I’ll still have to pretend to be his

wife,” Chloe replied.

“Hmm, if I recall correctly, you mentioned that you became his wife to deceive his

grandfather. If he were to reignite his relationship with his first love, wouldn’t that grant you your

freedom?” Emily asked.

“I don’t know either. Let’s play it by ear,” Chloe replied.

She had taken three days off from work. Firstly, her twisted ankle made it difficult for her to walk, and

secondly, she did not want to see Joseph right now. Not having to take care of the dog or cater to his

needs significantly improved her mood.

During these three days, aside from Icarus visiting her every day, Joseph did not call her or send a

single text. Such behavior aligned with his usual temperament.

In the afternoon, Icarus brought some desserts to visit Chloe. After examining her ankle, he remarked,

“The swelling has gone down. You should be able to walk now.”

“Yes, I don’t feel any pain anymore. Thank you for the medicine you brought,” Chloe expressed her

gratitude.

“You’re welcome,” Icarus said as he adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge. “Do

you want to go to the beach?”

Chloe shook her head. “I just want to be a couch potato for now.”

It had been a while since she had the chance to relax. She was willing to go to the beach, but she did

not want to go with Icarus. Since she had no intention of being with him, she should not give him any

hope.

Icarus expressed understanding. “You can’t refuse to come with me tomorrow night. It’s my birthday,

after all.”

Chloe was momentarily stunned, and she slapped her forehead in frustration. “I’m sorry, I forgot. Send

me the address.”

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, don’t worry. I have a gathering in the afternoon, but I’ll swing by after,” Icarus

said.

“Okay.”

After Icarus left, Chloe went to the mall. It would be inappropriate to attend a birthday celebration

empty-handed. She was not sure what to buy, but she noticed that Icarus seemed to enjoy wearing

suits, so she bought him a tailored suit jacket.

This scene was observed by Samuel, who came out to discuss matters with a client. He had not

expected to encounter Chloe buying clothes for Joseph. However, that brand of suit jacket would cost

at most a few thousand dollars, while Joseph’s clothes were all custom-made. Would he even wear

something like that?

A trace of amusement flickered in Samuel’s eyes. He found an angle and took a photo of Chloe paying

for the suit jacket, then sent it to Joseph.

[Look, she’s buying clothes for you. Although, I think that’s not a brand you like, right?]

At Fairlight, the hundred-square-meter conference room was filled with people, yet not a sound could

be heard. Just moments ago, the submitted project had been rejected, and Joseph flew into a rage.

The senior executives from various departments trembled in fear, holding their breath.

Over the past three days, Joseph had been exploding with anger at the slightest provocation. As his

assistant, Lucas was the one who received the brunt of his anger. He was subjected to constant

scoldings from morning till night, living in a state of constant pressure.

Everyone in the entire company tiptoed around Joseph, afraid of angering him.

The air in the conference room felt like it had frozen over when a short beep suddenly broke the

silence. Joseph’s gaze locked onto the illuminated screen of his phone, his brows furrowing. He picked

it up and started flipping through its contents.

The crowd sighed in sympathy, wondering who the unlucky person was.

Only the side profile of the person in the photo had been captured. Her complexion was rosy, with long,

curly eyelashes. In her hand, she held a men’s suit jacket, clearly bought for someone else.

In an instant, Joseph’s brows relaxed, and his slender and handsome fingers casually tapped on the

table. ‘Tsk, this dumbo finally can’t resist anymore and is coming back to me.’

It was not surprising. She had always loved him with unwavering passion. How could she resort to such

childish behavior and abruptly end their relationship?

Since she took the initiative to make amends, even though he did not like this particular suit jacket, he

would still wear it a few times to preserve her dignity.

After a while, he replied to Samuel, condensing his thought into five words: [It’s none of your beeswax.]