The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 05

The Last Night with My Sugar Daddy Chapter 05

Chloe’s POV

Because I didn’t get the promotion.

At my current level, my resignation didn’t require Julian’s approval.

I simply went to the HR department, went through the motions, and it

HR Director, gave me a hug before I left.

ed softly and hugged her back.

Diana, thank you for looking out for me all these years. I wish you all the best.”

Before leaving, I begged her not to tell anyone about my resignation until I finished hand

She was the onl

relationship

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my remaining work.

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rns, she readily agreed.

call from my grandmother.

the promotion? Didn’t you say you’d tell me first if

My nose stung as vulnerability overwhelmed me once again, my words coming out in a stuttering mumble.

“Grandma, I… I don’t want to stay in New York anymore.”

The other end of the line was quiet for only a second.

“That’s wonderful!

“All these years, I’ve always worried about you making a living all alone so far away.

“I’ve wanted you to come back and keep me company for a long time.”

ing to her rambling on the other end, my heart was inexplicably ed, and I couldn’t help but sob again.

andma was clearly trying to comfort me.

Because she had bragged to others more than once that her granddaughter worked in the biggest office building in New York.

Originally, I had planned to bring Grandma to New York once I got this promotion.

With a few more years of hard work, maybe I could buy a small apartment here, so Grandma and I could have a home of our own.

I had imagined it all so beautifully.

But reality was once again so cruel.

That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

I picked up my phone and started scrolling through Instagram.

Fate is just that bizarre.

At 2:10 AM.

I came across a local post.

“After all these years, a certain someone’s habit of holding me while sleeping still hasn’t changed.”

In the photo, a girl was lying on her side, taking a picture of her waist, where a large, well–defined hand was wrapped firmly around her.

When I clearly saw the Cartier ring on the man’s index finger.

My heart felt like it was instantly seized by a tight grip.

No one was more familiar with this ring than I was.

This was what I had given Julian for his birthday last year, after saving up my salary for months.

At the time, he had comforted me with a helpless smile.

“Chloe, you don’t need to buy me gifts that are beyond your actual spending power. It’s not necessary.”

“But I just feel like those cheap things aren’t worthy of you.”

I rolled around in his arms, pouting.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, his face full of doting affection.

“Alright, I know.”

Given the nature of our relationship, I thought Julian wouldn’t actually wear the ring.

Until the company’s regular meeting the next day.

When he spoke at the podium, that ring was strikingly visible on his well–defined finger.

At the time, all the female colleagues in the company were gossiping about it.

I sat in the audience, not daring to look up.

Julian lifted his eyes slightly, accurately catching the moment I peeked up, and deliberately flashed his wrist.

His lazy demeanor carried a touch of roguish charm that was both out of place and perfectly fitting.

He looked so handsome that I almost screamed out loud right then and there.

But now, this ring had appeared in another girl’s photo.

And in such an intimate pose.

Tears hit the screen without warning.

It suddenly dawned on me that he wasn’t a light sleeper who couldn’t tolerate someone beside him.

It was just that the person he wanted to hold had never been me.