He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 231

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain**
**by Adrian Hale**
**The Midnight Conspiracy**

“Carolyn, that’s enough. You need to get up. Come on, let’s go. I’ll take you to the car so you can rest.” Henry stepped forward, his hand reaching for Carolyn’s arm, a gesture meant to comfort but one that only ignited her fury.

“Get away from me!” she spat, swatting his hand away with a fierce determination. Her eyes, usually so vibrant, now blazed with a mix of anger and hurt. “I won’t forget any of this. Now scram.”

With those words, she seized Emily’s arm and stormed out of the room, leaving Henry standing there, frozen in disbelief.

Henry felt a pang of regret as he watched her retreating figure. She looked so utterly shattered, like a beautiful vase that had been carelessly knocked off a shelf. Carolyn was not the type to lose her composure; she was known for her ability to charm everyone around her with her sweet words and radiant smile. This was a side of her he had never seen before, and it shook him to his core.

He realized that he would have to work hard to mend this rift, and it wouldn’t be an easy task.

*****

Outside in the courtyard…

Oralia was bustling with energy as she pulled Chloe toward the cozy room that had been prepared for her. She had made arrangements for both Chloe and Robert to stay next door, ensuring they would be close.

“So, what do you think? Pretty nice, huh?” Oralia leaned in conspiratorially, her voice dropping to an excited whisper. “The cubicles inside these rooms all connect to each other. It’s like a little secret hideaway!”

Chloe beamed, her eyes sparkling with affection as she watched Oralia’s enthusiasm. “I cleared three whole days just to watch you work your magic. Go wild and have fun!”

Landon, observing from a distance, raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Tell me this—Oralia, the nation’s goddess—she’s got her head messed up, right? She’s glued to Chloe, and now she wants to sleep in the same room? Dude, is that even okay?”

Eugene, however, remained silent, his gaze fixated on Chloe as if she were the only person in the universe.

That night…

The crew organized a massive bonfire party, the atmosphere electric with excitement. Laughter and chatter filled the air, everyone buzzing with anticipation for the three months of filming ahead. The presence of the investors, celebrating with them, felt like a monumental honor. The thrill of the moment was palpable, a heady mix of joy and adrenaline coursing through the crowd.

Yet, in stark contrast, the quiet room where Carolyn had shut herself away felt like a different world entirely.

She had blocked Henry’s number, her resolve unyielding. Even when he attempted to reach her from his secretary’s phone, she turned a deaf ear. Her phone landed on the dressing table with a thud as she silenced it, refusing to glance at it no matter how many times the screen illuminated with incoming calls.

Emily lingered awkwardly off to the side, shifting her weight, unsure of how to breach the thick tension in the air.

Carolyn’s face was a mask of raw, unfiltered rage. Her makeup was a complete disaster—eyeliner smeared down her cheeks, lipstick a chaotic mess at the corners of her mouth.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, the sight of her ruined appearance igniting a fire inside her. But at that moment, she couldn’t care less about the smudged makeup. All she felt was a seething hatred burning within her. Pure, unrelenting hatred. For Chloe.

Back in the days when they lived in Lewis Manor, Carolyn had always felt overshadowed by that woman. And now? Now she had been humiliated in front of the entire crew—all because of Chloe.

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