The Cat-Like Miss Preston: Mr. CEO begs for Reconciliation!-Chapter 126: Chloe, I Feel Awful

Rosalind Rowan’s pupils contracted. Terrified, she hurriedly reached out to support him.

"Do-Donovan, are you okay?"

"Donovan, I’m... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Donovan Xavier lay on the ground, his head covered in a cold sweat. Pain and scorching heat surged through his body. His brow furrowed as he endured the torment. This feeling was truly worse than death.

Blood continued to seep from his wound.

Rosalind Rowan pressed her lips together, her hands stained with his blood as she carefully tried to help him up.

The intense pain brought a sharp clarity to Donovan Xavier’s mind. He raised his head, his eyes sinister and cold with disgust, and shoved her away. "Let go! Don’t touch me!"

He reached out, groping for the phone that had fallen to the floor. He pressed the button, but there was no response. It was broken.

Pushed to the ground, Rosalind Rowan’s right foot twisted slightly. Her small face crumpled in pain, and tears welled in her eyes. It hurt so much. Enduring the ache, she got up and approached him again.

"Get lost! Are you deaf?" Donovan Xavier roared, his body trembling faintly as he struggled to rise from the floor.

Startled, Rosalind Rowan froze in place.

「...」

In the study, the lights were as bright as day. On the sandalwood desk, incense smoke curled upwards, its calming and soothing scent filling the room. Beside it lay a genuine work by David Wade, its edges yellowed and a small, damaged tear in the center.

Chloe Preston stood before the desk, her gaze lowered to her phone, staring at the call that had been so abruptly disconnected.

He called me first, so why did he hang up so suddenly?

Chloe Preston didn’t dwell on it. Her finger tapped the screen, and she called him back.

The call wouldn’t go through.

She tried again, but still, no one answered.

Chloe Preston frowned slightly.

What is he doing?

She was about to try a third time when Caleb Xavier, who had been lounging on a nearby sofa, set down his teacup and looked over. "I asked you to repair the painting. Why have you been standing there like a wooden statue, doing nothing?" he demanded. "Are you going to do it or not?"

Chloe Preston hesitated for a few seconds before walking over. Looking at him cautiously, she began, "Grandpa Xavier, I..."

"You what?" Caleb Xavier met her gaze, his aura naturally intimidating.

Chloe Preston pursed her lips. "I want to go back to the room to check on Donovan."

Caleb Xavier’s expression shifted slightly. "Check on him for what? Can you not bear to be apart from him for even a moment?"

"No, that’s not it," Chloe Preston said. "He just called me, but then the line went dead. I have a bad feeling, and I’m worried something might have happened to him."

"This is the Xavier Family estate, the place where he grew up. What could possibly happen to a grown man like him here!" Caleb scoffed. "It’s clear to me you’re just making excuses to get out of repairing my painting!"

"N-No, it’s not like that. I’m just worried about him," Chloe Preston explained. "I’ll... I’ll help you with the painting right now, okay?"

With that, she turned and walked back to the desk.

Caleb Xavier silently watched her retreating figure, then lowered his gaze to his wristwatch.

It should be about time.

The drug had been specially concocted for him by a doctor. It was extremely potent; once it took effect, it was impossible for an ordinary person to withstand it.

By now, Rosalind should have gotten her wish.

Caleb Xavier then stood up, leaning on his dragon-head cane, and let out a soft cough.

Chloe Preston carefully set the painting down and looked back at him. "Are you alright?"

His face was emotionless. "Weren’t you just saying you wanted to check on that brat? I’ll go with you."

"Ah?" Chloe Preston was taken aback. His attitude had changed so quickly.

Caleb Xavier’s voice was deep and heavy. "What, you don’t want to go anymore? In that case..."

"I want to go! I want to go!" Chloe Preston immediately cut in.

The two of them left the study and walked down the corridor. Caleb Xavier’s pace was steady and unhurried as he walked beside her, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

Hmph. Someone like her is completely unworthy of being my grandson’s wife. Once the door opens and she sees the man she loves most writhing in bed with another woman... I refuse to believe she’ll be able to stomach it. At that point, once the deed is done, even if Donovan refuses to let her leave, she’ll surely be unable to accept the reality and will choose to leave on her own.

Before long, they approached the door to the room.

The door was ajar. Before Chloe Preston even entered, the faint scent of blood hit her. She frowned, a wave of nausea rising in her throat.

"What is Donovan up to?" she murmured softly.

"Why don’t you go in and see for yourself?" Caleb Xavier said.

Chloe Preston nodded. Bracing herself against the doorframe, she stepped inside. The next second, she saw the scene before her, and her pupils shook.

"Donovan!"

Without a second thought, she rushed forward.

Caleb Xavier remained outside, standing at the doorway with his back to them, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

"Donovan, wh-what’s happened to you?"

"Donovan Xavier, don’t scare me!"

The voice from inside was laced with sobs and trembling.

Caleb Xavier’s brow furrowed slightly.

That’s not right. Why is she reacting this way?

He turned and entered the room. The scene that greeted him left him utterly stunned.

There, the man was covered in blood, clutching a fruit knife. His face, ashen as a sheet of paper, was drenched in cold sweat. He trembled violently, clearly in extreme agony.

Chloe Preston knelt and cradled him in her arms, her eyes bloodshot as tears streamed down her face. "Do-Donovan, what happened? I... I was only gone for a little while, how did you end up like this...?"

Hearing her voice, Donovan Xavier’s consciousness gradually returned. Blood dripped from his forearm as he opened his eyes to look at the woman before him.

"Chloe..." he managed, his lips barely moving.

Chloe Preston nodded vigorously, choking back a sob. "Yes... yes, it’s me. Your Chloe. I’m back."

"Really?" Donovan raised a trembling hand, his bloodstained fingertips touching her cheek. "I’m... I’m not hallucinating, am I?"

Fighting back her own tears, Chloe Preston took his large hand and guided it down to her belly. "It’s really me, Donovan. Feel, our baby is still here."

Feeling the genuine touch, Donovan’s thin lips pulled into a faint, weak smile. "My Chloe... my child..."

"Chloe, I... I’m in so much pain..."

Chloe Preston frantically wiped her tears away and began to check him over. "Donovan, where does it hurt? Tell me."

He was covered in blood, and at first, she couldn’t tell where he was injured. When her hand touched his ribs, he flinched in agony, his body going limp as he began to collapse. Only then did Chloe Preston notice the ghastly wound on his side, from which blood was still seeping relentlessly.

Seeing this, Caleb Xavier panicked. He scrambled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. "My dear grandson, wh-what happened to you?"

This wasn’t what he had planned at all. He was supposed to be in bed with Rosalind, caught in the act by Chloe Preston. How had it turned into this horrific scene?

Where’s Rosalind?

Scorched by the drug’s heat and utterly drained of strength, Donovan Xavier sagged against the woman, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Chlo... Chloe..."

"I’m here. Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

"It hurts, Chloe... I’m... I’m in so much pain..."

His tears fell, warm and wet against her neck and collarbone.

Just then, Rosalind Rowan came rushing in from outside, limping from her twisted ankle and followed by a group of bodyguards.

"Donovan, I called the bodyguards! I’m taking you to the hospital right now!"

The bodyguards surged into the room, immediately lifting Donovan to carry him out.

Caleb Xavier grabbed Rosalind’s arm. "Rosalind, what’s going on? I told you to stay with Donovan. How did it come to this?"

Rosalind cried, "Grandpa, it wasn’t my fault! I told him I could help, but Donovan would rather die than let me touch him. The drug was too strong! To stay conscious, he used a knife to cut his own forearm! I tried to grab it from him, but I couldn’t, and... and I accidentally stabbed him in the struggle!"

Chloe Preston overheard. She stood up, wiped the tears from her face, and met Rosalind’s eyes. "So it was you who did this to him."

"I..."

SLAP—!

A crisp slap echoed as it landed squarely on Rosalind’s face.

Stinging pain flared across her cheek. Rosalind clutched her face, stunned and furious. "Chloe Preston, how dare you hit me!"

"I hit you because you deserve it," Chloe retorted. "I’m telling you, if anything happens to Donovan Xavier, I’ll make you pay with your life!"

Without another glance, she ran out of the room to check on Donovan’s condition.

At that same moment, a housekeeper ran in from the main gate of the old residence, shouting, "Old Master, gr-great news! The Old Madam has arrived!"