Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 96: Jett Sterling, You Love Her Deeply

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Jett Sterling, You Love Her Deeply

Chloe suddenly received a call from Jett Sterling, hesitating for a few seconds before answering.

A man’s voice came from the other end: "Dr. Nash, our President Sterling was punished by Mr. Sterling’s family law. He’s covered in wounds and has a high fever, but he refuses to go to the hospital. Can you come over and take a look at him?"

Upon hearing this news, Chloe furrowed her brows.

She didn’t want any further entanglements with Jett Sterling.

But she couldn’t help but feel guilty, after all, the injuries were because of her, and that person was truly the one Chloe loved the most.

She couldn’t let him be harmed.

Chloe drove straight to Jett Sterling’s house.

Jett was indeed injured, with a fever induced by the inflamed wounds.

Chloe helped him treat the wounds and administered the fever-reducing medication.

Then she told the assistant, "Don’t let him touch water in the next few days and apply medication daily; he’ll recover in a few days."

The assistant nodded politely: "Thank you, Dr. Nash. You’ve been busy for quite a while. Have some lemon water."

Chloe took the glass without giving it a thought and drank it all.

She had been sweating profusely from the busyness earlier and was already thirsty.

Watching her finish the water, after a long while, she didn’t show any reaction.

Suddenly, Jett Sterling, who had been semi-conscious, sat up and grabbed Chloe by the neck.

A fierce glare in his eyes: "Why did you deceive me? You’re not Chloe Nash. Who are you really?"

Chloe was caught off guard by the sudden interrogation.

Her face turned red from being suffocated: "Jett Sterling, you’re insane! I am Chloe Nash."

A cold glimmer appeared in Jett’s eyes: "Chloe is severely allergic to mangoes. I just added mango to that lemon water, yet you didn’t react at all.

Chloe likes spicy food, but you can’t handle any spiciness. Chloe likes dogs, but you’re afraid. Chloe isn’t allergic to pollen, but you are, and Chloe doesn’t have thalassemia, whereas you do.

Other than this face being the same as hers, everything else is different. What more do you have to argue?"

Jett laid out all the evidence before Chloe, leaving her speechless.

She had expected to be discovered by Jett sooner or later, but not this soon.

Even if she tried to make excuses, Jett would no longer give her a chance.

Chloe resignedly closed her eyes, knowing the inevitable moment had arrived.

She questioned Jett: "Is knowing who I am so important to you?"

Upon hearing this, Jett’s grip tightened, and a suppressed aggression showed in his gaze.

"What did you do to her? Why are you pretending to be her?"

Seeing him like this, Chloe realized the matter couldn’t be concealed any longer.

She needed to resolve things on behalf of the real Chloe.

Chloe broke free from Jett, took out a photo from her bag — Chloe’s ID photo.

Taken on the battlefield with Sienna Paxton.

Looking at the righteous face in the photo, Chloe’s voice became hoarse.

"Chloe, he was once the person you loved most. I don’t want to deceive him any longer, let me put an end to your relationship."

After speaking, she slowly opened her palm to reveal the one-inch photo.

Her eyes turned red as she looked at Jett: "This is her last photo. Five years ago, after she broke up with you, she went alone to be a borderless doctor in a war zone. I am her comrade, Sienna Paxton.

During a mercenary attack, Chloe sacrificed herself to save me. To evade Silas Prescott and repay Chloe’s life-saving grace, I had facial surgery to look like her and went to her parents to fulfill her filial duty.

Before dying, Chloe told me to live well on her behalf. Now, I wish to pass that message to you: the girl you once loved has sacrificed herself, and she hopes you live well.

Jett, I risk discovery by Silas Prescott to tell you this, simply not wanting you to persist in confusion. I believe Chloe, watching from the heavens, also hopes for your well-being."

Jett looked incredulously at Chloe’s familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Though he had suspected this result for a long time, truly confirming it left him struggling to accept.

The words echoed in his mind: the girl you loved has sacrificed.

So, Chloe was truly gone.

The person before him merely had surgery to look like her; she was not Chloe.

Understanding this, Jett tremblingly gripped that photo tightly.

Cold white fingertips gently caressed the face of the girl in the photo, tears dripping at that moment.

A low and extremely hoarse sound escaped his throat: "Chloe, I’m sorry."

If not for him, Chloe wouldn’t have gone to the warzone nor lost her life there.

All her suffering was brought upon by him.

He tightly pressed the photo against his chest, wanting Chloe to feel his heartbeat.

Chloe asked worriedly: "Jett, are you okay?"

Jett slowly raised his eyes, looking deeply at Chloe.

In the past five years, that face had appeared countless times in his dreams.

When awakening, he always envisioned, eventually, Chloe would return.

Yet, he never expected to receive news of her death instead.

Jett’s deep eyes gradually tinted red.

He stared at Chloe for a long time, finally speaking hoarsely: "Did she ever talk to you about me?"

Chloe’s eyes moistened, her voice slightly hoarse: "Jett, you loved her deeply?"

Jett’s grip on the photo tightened harder, veins standing out on his hand.

His Adam’s apple involuntarily rolled several times.

His mind filled with images of him with the real Chloe.

He was a year ahead of Chloe, studying in the finance academy while she was in medical school.

On the opening day, as the student council president, he welcomed the freshmen.

Among the new students, he immediately noticed Chloe.

She dressed simply, in a white tight T-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers.

Her hair styled in a bun at the back.

Because of the hot weather, loose strands adhered to her forehead.

Her fair face bore no makeup, fresh yet exuding a purity.

Unlike other freshmen accompanied by several parents, she was alone with a large suitcase.

Chloe’s demeanor made Jett, who usually distanced himself from women, glance several times.

A classmate jokingly mocked: "Jett, you’ve been staring over there for so long. Point out which junior you fancy, I’ll help you get her WeChat."

Jett glared coldly: "Get back to work."

Afterward, he walked over to Chloe.

Chloe was dragging a large suitcase towards the dormitory, needing to traverse an uphill path from the playground.

Carrying too much stuff, Chloe struggled.

Jett quickly approached, snatched the luggage from her hand.

A cold voice said, "So small carrying so much, not afraid of stunting your growth?"

Chloe was panting heavily from exhaustion.

Offended by the height critique, she retorted: "Which eye sees me as short? I’m 165 cm. This is the standard height for women in my country."

Sweat beads rolled down her cool, delicate face.

They slid along her refined collarbone, eventually disappearing into the white T-shirt.

Though pursued by many girls from childhood, Jett never bothered to look.

But the Chloe before him made him inadvertently take extra notice.

Tugging the suitcase, a mischievous smile appeared: "Standard height junior, which building is your dorm? I’ll take you there."

Chloe wiped the sweat: "Building nine, room 608."

This apartment was far from here, on the sixth floor. With so much to carry, Chloe couldn’t manage.

Jett spoke casually: "Come on, I’ll take you."

Before the term began, Chloe had been advised by relatives not to engage seniors, refusing their WeChat requests.

They were called old foxes exploiting juniors.

Yet, Jett not only refrained from asking for her WeChat but spoke harshly, easing Chloe’s cautiousness.

She jogged after Jett: "Senior, could you slow down?"

Glancing back, Jett laughed mockingly: "Legs so short, yet claiming height."