Accidenttal One Night Stand with My Aloof Uncle-Chapter 83: Don’t be afraid, I am here for you

Although Chloe Grant had her eyes closed, she was not asleep.

The wound still hurt, so she couldn’t sleep.

Upon hearing Matthew Morgan’s voice, which sounded slightly different from Lucas’, Chloe’s heart was thrown into chaos.

She hated that she couldn’t see. The Morgan brothers’ voices were so similar, and she was so familiar with both of them, yet she couldn’t distinguish between them.

"Get up and eat a bit more," Matthew ordered domineeringly.

Chloe kept her eyes closed, but her eyelashes trembled noticeably, showing her hesitation.

"Chloe Grant."

"Present!"

As soon as Matthew called her name sternly, Chloe reflexively opened her eyes and sat up slightly, staring blankly ahead.

Just like every time Matthew called her name.

Like a child afraid of making mistakes in front of a strict elder.

Chloe began to hesitate again in her heart...

Lucas had a more devil-may-care mischief about him, lacking the serious and intimidating aura of Matthew.

Was it really not him?

"Eat."

When Matthew commanded, Chloe obediently opened her small mouth, and Matthew fed her snacks.

However, this time Chloe didn’t eat with her hands. Once Matthew put the food in, he quickly withdrew his hand as if deliberately avoiding contact.

Chloe didn’t think much of it.

After eating a packet of snacks, Chloe felt tired and wanted to sleep.

But the pain from the wound kept her from sleeping well, so Matthew patiently comforted her, gently stroking her forehead with his thumb.

This action felt extremely familiar to Chloe, even making her dazed like she was back in her childhood. On countless stormy nights, when she was unsettled in her sleep, it seemed like there was always a pair of hands gently stroking her forehead, whispering in her ear, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here with you, sleep now."

Like a dream, but more real.

Was it still Lucas...

It seemed only he could be so gentle.

Uncle Morgan, such a stern person, couldn’t possibly do such things.

As she slept, Chloe couldn’t help but think.

...

The next morning, as soon as Chloe woke up, she immediately reached out, groping for the bedside.

"What do you want?"

Matthew, who was originally asleep beside her, suddenly opened his eyes.

Freshly awake, his gaze was filled with danger, like a beast awakening from a long slumber in a cave.

However, Chloe still couldn’t see.

Matthew got up, removing the sharper objects near the cabinet to prevent Chloe from getting hurt.

"I want to turn on the light..."

Her tone was filled with deep disappointment.

Chloe wanted to turn on the light as soon as she woke up, thinking her eyes were healed and she could see, but didn’t expect... she still couldn’t see.

Matthew naturally knew what she was thinking and didn’t explain much, instead, he asked about the wound, "Does it still hurt?"

His hand gently stroked Chloe’s back through the blanket.

He had never seen her suffer from such a serious wound, it pained him greatly.

"A little," Chloe replied, still very downcast.

Matthew: "Can you use the bathroom and wash up by yourself?"

After asking, he added, "I’ll take you to see an ophthalmologist."

"Okay."

Chloe replied, but her heart wasn’t very hopeful; she was sad and afraid.

Afraid that she would never see again, afraid she would truly become blind...

Chloe had simulated in the darkness what her life would be like if she couldn’t see even during the day.

The result...

Walking around her room, she kept bumping into things.