Chapter 838 Going to See a Doctor

Noah was silent for a few seconds before saying, "There’s something I haven’t told you about."

"Perfect timing. I am free right now." Desmond turned to his assistant. "You can leave. I’m putting

you in charge of finalizing the share transfer contract. I’ll sign it with Coco today."

*

Inside the large office, Desmond sat in an antique chair, toying with the white chess pieces before

him. His expression was as calm as a gentle breeze. "Sit and tell me about it."

Noah remained standing with his head lowered, "I did something wrong and have upset you. I’ll

stand."

Desmond was not surprised by Noah's earnest attitude in admitting his mistake and asked, "What

happened?"

"I had a fight with Coco and was worried that you would see it when you got back, so I rashly had

George delete the surveillance footage."

"Fights between husband and wife are inevitable. There shouldn’t be any need to delete the

footage."

Noah looked up and met Desmond's piercing gaze. As he trembled, his thoughts began to weave

together like a dense net, quickly formulating a response.

"I can’t hide anything from you. This fight was no small matter. Coco wanted to end our engagement

and return to Joseph. Things were spiraling out of control. I had no choice but to take desperate

measures."

The chess piece Desmond was twirling between his fingers came to a stop. He thought back to

Harold's plea from earlier this morning, urging him to carefully consider Coco's marriage.

Noah silently observed Desmond's expression. Detecting no suspicion, he continued his

explanation, "I didn’t want to let Coco leave, so I locked her in the room. But she was insistent on

leaving, and her mental state appeared to be unstable. I then coaxed and deceived her into meeting

a psychologist.

"The psychologist said it was necessary to administer her a sedative. When we got home, she

began to make a scene again. She left me with no choice but to subdue her. After that, I bared my

soul to her and persuaded her to abandon the idea of calling off the wedding.

“Grandfather, if you don’t believe me, you can ask Chloe about it. But I worry that if you question

her, she may become distressed again. And in all this haste, I made a mistake and instructed

George to delete the footage."

Noah’s words rang with sincerity, and his eyes revealed conflicting emotions. It was a mixture of

regret and love for Chloe.

Desmond's brows knitted together. After a moment of silence, he said, "You may leave now."

Noah asked hesitantly, "Should I call Coco here?"

"No need."

In the office, Chloe's ten fingers tapped away at her keyboard. Suddenly, she slumped in her chair,

staring blankly and feeling deflated. All this was strange to her. She had obtained thirty percent of

Exotic Star's shares, and logically, she should have been happy. It was a triumph many would envy,

but her heart felt empty as though she had lost something important. Yet, there was not a hint of

sadness inside her.

‘Why do I feel this way?’ Chloe wondered. But every time she began to think about it, her head hurt

and she had to stop.

At that moment, Emily's call interrupted her thoughts.

"What happened to you, Coco? I tried to call you yesterday but you didn’t pick up. Did Noah hurt

you?"

"I was unwell, so I was sleeping," Chloe replied, her voice tinged with confusion. "Why would Noah

hurt me? He's been nothing but kind to me."

"Umm..." Emily hesitated, then sighed. "Forget it. Everything’s fine as long as you’re safe. How are

you feeling today?" She found it hard to explain, knowing that Noah constantly doted on Coco.

"Better. I'm generally fine, but my head hurts when I try to think about things too much."

"You should see a doctor. I’m near your office. Would you like me to go with you?"

Chloe thought this was a good idea and agreed. “Okay, send me your location. See you in a bit.”