Accidenttal One Night Stand with My Aloof Uncle-Chapter 604 - 614: Insomnia 4

Chloe Grant felt increasingly familiar the more she looked.

It was like...

Ralph Koch?

Two people setting up tents, one standing further away from Chloe, the other right in her line of sight.

Chloe walked towards the person closer to her.

The closer she got, the eerier the familiarity felt.

The person seemed to notice Chloe’s approach, hurriedly backed away, lowered his head, and pulled his hat down.

Holy crap!

"Ralph Koch!"

Chloe suddenly shouted with certainty and rushed towards him to grab him.

But it was clear the person knew Chloe recognized him, and as she ran towards him, he dropped what he was holding and turned to run!

"Still daring to run? Ralph Koch, I’d recognize you even if you turned to dust!"

Chloe shouted, lunging at him and grabbing his hat.

He happened to be wearing a loose black hoodie today, with the hat bobbing as he ran, so Chloe grabbed it easily.

She yanked him back, forcefully removing his hat and mask.

As expected!

It was Ralph Koch.

"Damn." Chloe couldn’t help but blurt out, "What are you doing here?"

"I followed you, of course." Ralph replied without hesitation.

Chloe stared at him coldly.

Waiting for him to explain.

Seeing the situation, Ralph didn’t hide anything and directly said, "When we went to find you, we just happened to see you leave, then go to a store to buy new clothes, and even buy a bus ticket."

"So you all followed me here from there?" Chloe continued the conversation.

No wonder, when she was on the bus, she always felt the car driving alongside looked familiar.

However, she was so depressed at the time that she didn’t pay much attention.

"That sounds too harsh." Ralph quickly raised his hand to explain, "We saw you looking unwell at the time, weren’t we worried you might get caught up in some frustration? Life and death matter, of course, we had to follow!"

"Smack!"

As soon as Ralph finished speaking, Chloe directly reached out and smacked his head.

"Forget your nonsense about suicide! To make stalking sound so elegant, I’ve got to give you credit!"

She followed up with an eye-roll.

"Help me finish setting up the tent, then you guys can get lost. I want to enjoy the scenery by myself."

Chloe said gruffly, turning and walking forward.

On her way, she glanced at someone still busy with the tent.

Actually...

Her first instinct when she turned back was to recognize him first.

He’s such a standout, how could she ignore him?

It’s just, Chloe didn’t want to face it.

Chloe walked alone towards the bottom of the beach, finally finding a place in the shade of a rock and quietly sat down.

Looking at the horizon, she started to drift into a daze.

Sometimes spacing out isn’t really thinking about anything, it’s just a state of emptiness.

Or rather, perhaps thinking about many things but not being able to address them.

Chloe was lost in thoughts when she suddenly felt something cold on her cheek.

She was startled and instinctively turned her head...

Matthew Morgan was standing beside her.

Even with Chloe looking up at him from below, his face was impeccably flawless.

A face like this always leaves one mesmerized.

Matthew opened a can of cola, put in a straw, and handed it to Chloe.

Chloe glanced at him, but in the end, she didn’t take it. Instead, she turned her head, looking out at the horizon.

"I don’t want to drink. I just want to be alone."

Clearly, she didn’t want to face him.