The Cat-Like Miss Preston: Mr. CEO begs for Reconciliation!-Chapter 143: Did He Cry?

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at The Xavier Residence.

The car door opened, and Chloe Preston stepped out holding a bouquet of white roses, a smile curving her eyes into crescents. He had bought them for her when they passed a flower shop earlier.

Donovan Xavier raised an eyebrow slightly. "Do you like them that much?"

Chloe nodded. "Yes, I like them."

Donovan leaned in close, his low chuckle a warm breath against her ear as he whispered, "So, do you like the flowers more, or your husband more?"

Chloe blushed, a girlish shyness overcoming her. "You know."

Donovan loved seeing her like this. "I don’t know. Say it, Chloe."

"Do you like your husband or not?"

His words sent a pleasant tingle through her heart.

Just then, Housekeeper Wallace walked over, smiling respectfully. "Sir and Madam, you’re back!"

Chloe didn’t respond. Clutching the flowers, she walked straight inside.

"Slow down. Be careful not to fall." Donovan followed, his hand on her waist, afraid she might slip. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Climbing the stairs, Chloe felt sore all over. Her steps were unsteady, and she had no strength.

Donovan laughed softly.

Chloe glared at him playfully. "And you’re still laughing? This is all your fault."

Donovan took her hand. "I’ll help you. Let’s go one step at a time. If you weren’t pregnant, I’d carry you up."

"Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be gentler next time. I’ll try not to hurt you again."

Chloe pouted softly. "I don’t believe you."

Back in the room, he closed the door and turned on the lights.

Chloe walked over, placed the flowers on the table, and headed straight for a shower.

Donovan followed her.

Chloe blocked him at the bathroom door. "What are you following me for?"

"To shower."

"I’m going first. You can wait."

Donovan leaned down slightly. "Wouldn’t it be better to shower together?"

Chloe refused. "No way. You’ll just get handsy in there. If you’re that desperate, you can go first."

Donovan stepped forward and grabbed her arm, insisting on pulling her inside. "Be a good girl, darling. Let me wash you. Let me take care of you."

Her struggles were useless. She was forced to comply.

A while later, the sound of bottles and jars falling to the floor made a loud CLATTER.

The sky gradually darkened.

When Chloe came out again, her eyes were red from crying. Still-wet tear tracks stained her small face, a testament to the madness they had just shared.

Donovan embraced her from behind, coaxing and kissing her, making love to her as he guided her to the bed.

He kissed her hair, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Are you hungry? I can have Housekeeper Wallace prepare something."

Anger flared in Chloe. She pushed him away. "I’m not hungry! Let go of me!"

"I can’t. I’ll never let you go." Donovan found her hand and interlaced their fingers, slowly kissing every inch of her body.

Tears welled in Chloe’s eyes. Biting the back of her hand, she protested, "Donovan, it hurts... You’re going to hurt the baby."

Donovan’s voice was gentle. "I’m being careful, Chloe. Don’t worry, nothing will happen."

"Good girl. Just bear it a little longer. It’ll be over soon."

...

After their passion subsided, the night had grown deep.

Drenched in a fragrant sweat that stuck to the smooth silk sheets, Chloe was too exhausted to even open her eyes. She quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Donovan applied some ointment for her before lying down on the bed. He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually steadying.

After a moment, he turned over and pressed up against her back. He kissed her neck, his voice husky. "Thank you, Chloe. You make me feel so alive."

"Chloe Preston, I love you. Never leave me."

Chloe was fast asleep and didn’t hear him. She just muttered something in her slumber.

Donovan thought she was thirsty. He immediately got out of bed, walked to the table, and poured a glass of water.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently brushed her sweat-dampened hair from her face. "Baby, are you thirsty?" he asked softly. "Here, let me help you drink."

"Mi... Miles."

"What did you say?" Donovan hadn’t heard her clearly. He leaned down and asked again, his voice soft, "Chloe, can you say that again?"

A moment later, lost in her dream with her brows tightly furrowed, Chloe muttered again, "Miles..."

This time, Donovan heard it perfectly.

"Chloe Preston!" He almost went insane.

That name again. The last time, she had said it with the same intimacy.

Who the hell is he?

Still asleep, Chloe breathed out the name again. "Miles..."

The name echoed in Donovan’s ears, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he’d been stabbed. It hurt so much that it stole his breath.

Why? He was the one who had just made love to her, who had shared that absolute pleasure with her. Why was she dreaming of another man?

"Mi..." She was about to say it again.

Donovan’s hand tightened around the glass, as if he were about to crush it.

BANG—!

The glass shattered on the floor, water splashing everywhere.

The loud noise startled Chloe awake. She opened her eyes to see Donovan staring down at her, his eyes crimson and his aura chillingly cold.

Startled, she shifted slightly and reached for his hand. A sharp ache flared through her lower body, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft hiss. "What’s wrong? You look upset."

She felt wronged, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. What happened to him? She was the one who’d been ravaged; he should be ecstatic right now.

Donovan gazed into her watery eyes and said nothing.

Her eyes were so full of him, yet her heart still held another man.

Donovan lay down and turned his back to her. A silent, vast gulf formed between them as he closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

He fought down a wave of fury. She was pregnant; he couldn’t lose his temper with her, couldn’t lash out. It would only upset her.

Chloe frowned in confusion.

She snuggled closer, rubbing her cheek against the nape of his neck. "Donovan, what’s wrong?" she murmured. "Are you mad that I fell asleep and ignored you?"

"Donovan, if you’re still not satisfied... you can have me."

"You can do whatever you want to me all night long, okay?"

The man remained silent.

Chloe sat up and leaned over to look at him. His eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were slightly damp.

Was he crying?

Chloe’s heart lurched with panic.

She had never seen a man act like this before!

"Donovan... what’s... what’s wrong with you?"

"Donovan..."