He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 241

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale 241**
**He Cheated, I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything**

**Chapter 241: Bitter Then Sweet**

As Landon departed, he eased the door shut with a quiet finality that echoed in the stillness of the room.

Chloe didn’t hesitate; her feet moved swiftly toward the bed where Eugene lay, his complexion a ghostly shade of pale. The sight of him, still and vulnerable, sent a shiver down her spine. His hand, once a source of strength, was now wrapped in a bandage, a stark reminder of the fragility of life.

“Eugene,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the delicate moment.

Silence enveloped her.

“Eugene?” She leaned in closer, desperation creeping into her tone. Still nothing. Not even a flicker of his eyelids.

Realizing he was completely unconscious, Chloe released a long, shaky breath. Her gaze fell to the pills and water she held tightly in her hands. Time was of the essence—Eugene had always been so composed, and the thought of the bodyguards forcing the medicine down his throat was unbearable.

In a worst-case scenario, she would take matters into her own hands—literally. The thought of feeding him with her mouth sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, but this was about saving him. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yet, as she contemplated the moment, a hesitation gripped her. She stared at the black pill resting in her palm, took a deep breath, and placed it between her lips.

The instant it touched her tongue, a wave of bitterness washed over her, sharp and unyielding. That only solidified her resolve—this was the only way to bring him back.

She took a small sip of water, leaned down, and pressed her lips against his.

His mouth was firmly shut, as if sealing away all life within him. She struggled a moment, gently prying his lips apart, and then carefully transferred the medicine into his mouth. The bitter taste lingered in her own mouth, intensifying with each passing second.

Bitter as it was, Chloe didn’t rush. She continued the process, feeding him the medicine bit by bit, each moment stretching out like an eternity.

Thoughts raced through her mind—had she truly lost her sanity? How could she be doing this?

Only when the last remnants of bitterness faded from her mouth did she pull back, her chest tight with anxiety—she had almost forgotten to breathe in the heat of the moment.

A small smudge of medicine lingered at the corner of his mouth, and she instinctively reached out to wipe it away.

But the moment her fingers brushed against his cool lips, an electric jolt surged through her, causing her to withdraw her hand abruptly.

“Eugene,” she whispered, her heart racing as she stared at his still face. “Do you like me?”

Silence answered her. Yet, she felt compelled to speak.

“You have terrible taste, you know. A woman like me—I’m not who you think I am.” Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, as if she were sharing a secret. “The person you see—it’s not really me.”

The words spilled out, simple yet heavy, like a weight lifted from her chest.

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