Accidenttal One Night Stand with My Aloof Uncle-Chapter 62: Chloe Grant Angers Grandpa Morgan

Chloe Grant was forcibly sent back by Matthew Morgan. He told her to go upstairs to take a shower, change into fresh clothes, and come downstairs. He would wait for her in the living room.

Chloe Grant really didn’t dare to disobey. She went upstairs, took a shower, changed into pajamas, and then went downstairs.

As soon as she got downstairs, Chloe Grant smelled the strong aroma of spicy crawfish.

This is the best season for crawfish; they are plump and fragrant with delicious sauce.

Chloe Grant is a foodie, and she loves spicy crawfish, the spicier, the better.

But...

For the first time, she had no interest in crawfish.

She went down the stairs and stood there without moving.

Matthew Morgan sat on the sofa, fiddling with a large basin of crawfish on the coffee table. He knew Chloe Grant had come down, and without raising his head, he threw out a sentence, "Come over."

The same commanding tone as always.

Although Chloe Grant was reluctant, she still walked over and sat on the sofa.

The crawfish smelled so good, lined up neatly one by one, with not a hint of misalignment.

This is typical Matthew Morgan style.

"Eat," Matthew Morgan commanded.

She loves lobster, especially spicy ones.

At this moment, Matthew Morgan couldn’t think of anything else to console her besides this.

Chloe Grant seemed easy to coax, but when something serious happened, it was really hard to recover her mood.

Chloe Grant lowered her head, crossed her hands on her lap, then shook her head vigorously, "I don’t want to eat..."

Matthew Morgan frowned.

Not even eating crawfish.

"I’ll go upstairs first." Chloe Grant didn’t want to linger; she wanted to be alone for a while.

Just as she stood up, her wrist was grabbed by Matthew Morgan, who then pulled her back down to sit again.

"Eat a little," Matthew Morgan spoke again, his words were commanding, his attitude cold.

Matthew Morgan had thought about persuading her in a gentle way, but he was used to it.

Accustomed to indifference, accustomed to commands.

Chloe Grant felt wronged listening to him.

After encountering such a thing today, it felt as if a big wound had been cut into her heart.

Lucas Morgan defended Lily Grant, thinking she was aggressive, hitting people, considering her unreasonable.

But Chloe Grant felt she was not wrong!

If you encountered such a thing, wouldn’t you lash out and hit someone?

Would you actually stand there and say with a smile, "Thank you so damn much for arranging an exhilarating violation scene for me"?

Right now, she really didn’t want to eat anything, just wanted to be alone for a while.

Is even that not allowed?

"Uncle Morgan, I want to sleep," Chloe Grant said softly.

Sleep?

Isn’t that just hiding under the covers to cry.

Crying, that kind of repressed crying, soundless, getting more uncomfortable as you cry.

Better to stay here, at least there’s a reason for tears—being spicy, crying loudly, a more satisfying release.

"Eat a little, then go upstairs to sleep," Matthew Morgan ordered.

Chloe Grant heard it, feeling troubled at heart.

What’s wrong with just not wanting to eat!

Why bully someone like this? Just because you’re cold and aloof, and you’re an elder, does that make you great?

"What’s wrong with me not eating!" Chloe Grant finally couldn’t bear it anymore and shouted directly, turning to look at Matthew Morgan.

Clenching her teeth, she reached out and messed up the neatly arranged crawfish, even grabbed a handful and threw it at Matthew Morgan.

Matthew Morgan’s reaction was quick. He tilted his head and dodged directly.

But the crawfish on the table, which were supposed to be meticulously arranged, were messed up by Chloe Grant. His face immediately turned dark, and his temples began to throb with pain.

Matthew Morgan looked up, his gaze icy, "Chloe Grant!"

He was angry.