He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 216

**TITLE: A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**

**Chapter 216: The Hotel Scandal**

“As soon as you figure out what you want, just let me know,” Eugene said, his voice smooth as he approached Chloe, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Chloe arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his tone. “Alright,” she replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

They strolled away, laughter bubbling up around them like a warm embrace. Unbeknownst to them, on the expansive viewing deck of the manor, a pair of keen eyes had been observing every interaction at the riding arena, taking in the scene with a mix of intrigue and delight.

The man was tall, his features strikingly handsome, exuding an air of confidence that was hard to ignore.

“Ah, my dear Chloe! You remain as stunning as ever!” he exclaimed, his voice rich and inviting.

Nearby, a table was laden with an array of drinks. A professional bartender was expertly mixing cocktails, the clinking of ice and the swirl of colors creating a vibrant atmosphere.

“Chloe, which one would you like?” Landon asked, lifting two glasses for her to see—one filled with a smooth, fruity wine, the other a freshly mixed, potent vodka that promised to pack a punch.

With a quick glance, Chloe grinned and said, “I’ll take the strong one.” She reached for the vodka, her fingers brushing against the cool glass.

Just as the glass was about to touch her lips, it was gently but firmly taken from her grasp.

Turning, she found Eugene now holding her drink with a knowing smile. “Try this instead. That one’s a bit too strong for you,” he suggested, handing her a colorful cocktail adorned with a slice of lemon on the rim. He kept the vodka for himself, a playful glint in his eyes.

Chloe stared at the drink he had chosen for her. It looked almost childlike, a concoction that seemed more suited for a summer picnic than a gathering like this. She had certainly handled much stronger drinks in the past, and the vodka was hardly a challenge.

But as she met Eugene’s calm, steady gaze, she felt a wave of surrender wash over her. Perhaps it was the warmth in his eyes or the gentle insistence in his tone that made her relent.

She took a tentative sip of the cocktail, the sweetness surprising her. Just then, her phone buzzed insistently in her pocket. She glanced at the screen and saw Oralia’s name flashing.

Most likely calling to remind her about their earlier promise to visit the set.

With a slight turn away from the crowd, she answered, her voice bright. “I told you I’d come. I always keep my word. You—”

“Chloe! That jerk Arthur is all over the news again!” Oralia’s voice burst through the line, filled with urgency and anger as soon as the call connected.

Nearby guests, engaged in their own conversations, quieted as they caught snippets of Oralia’s heated tone. Her words rang out clearly, drawing everyone’s attention to Chloe.

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