Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Julian Grant Knows Her

Chloe Reed closed her eyes and said, "I’m not feeling well today. I’ll go in a couple of days."

Her voice was incredibly hoarse, and just saying those few words made her throat burn with pain.

Her brows furrowed.

The man on the other end of the line fell silent. After a long moment, Chloe assumed he had hung up. She picked up her phone to check and saw the call was still active.

"Hello? Did you hear me?"

Chloe closed her eyes and asked.

A second later, the line went dead.

Chloe was speechless.

’What was his problem!’

’So rude!’

’Why couldn’t he just tell me if he heard me or not?’

Chloe tossed her phone aside, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.

Her head was spinning as she sank into a deep sleep. She rested soundly, reassured by the knowledge that the housekeeper would be there to take care of her.

However, she woke up in the early hours of the morning, parched. She groggily opened her eyes and parted her lips to speak, only to find that she couldn’t make a sound.

She was like a fish about to die of thirst.

Just as she lost her struggle to stay awake and was about to drift off again, a cool touch graced her lips.

A faint, sweet scent tickled her nose.

Chloe immediately opened her mouth, wanting to drink.

But it was impossible to drink lying down. She tried to sit up, but she had no strength; she couldn’t even support herself on her elbows.

A second later, a strong arm slid around her shoulders and helped her sit up.

She leaned against someone’s body as the cup was pressed to her lips again.

Chloe’s mind was consumed by her thirst; it didn’t even occur to her to wonder who was helping her.

The warm water soothed her throat. It had a delicate sweetness—the very drink she loved most when she was sick in the past.

The familiar taste made her heart clench, as if she had been transported back to those sweet times.

Whenever she got sick, she would become extra clingy and affectionate.

He would stay by her side patiently, coaxing her to get her shots because he knew how much she feared the pain.

And since he knew she hated plain warm water, he would add honey, coaxing her until she had finished the entire glass.

A wave of bittersweet sorrow washed over her, and Chloe suddenly felt an overwhelming sadness.

She held the cup with both hands and, in moments, drank all of it.

It was as if she were a fish tossed back into the river, revived.

"Thank you,"

she said in a hoarse voice, before immediately closing her eyes again.

’Dizzy. She was still so dizzy.’

The person beside her said nothing, instead reaching out to feel her forehead before gently laying her back down on the bed.

Chloe’s consciousness was hazy. She felt herself being lifted, a jumble of noise filling her ears, but she was too exhausted and quickly sank back into a deep sleep.

That night, she was plagued by a series of chaotic dreams.

She dreamed she could clearly see the face of the person pinned under a stone slab during an earthquake—it was Julian Grant.

His forehead was covered in blood. She froze.

’If Julian Grant was here, then where was Walker Grant?’

’Where was he?’

She frantically searched for him, but time was short, and she couldn’t just stand by and watch Julian Grant get buried.

So, gritting her teeth, she used every ounce of her strength to push the slab away and drag Julian Grant out.

As she hoisted him onto her back, she heard an extremely faint voice.

"Chloe, thank you."

...

Chloe’s eyes snapped open. She was in a hospital.

The dream had left her disoriented. She stared at the stark white ceiling, taking a long moment to process everything.

’Back when the earthquake happened, the Grant brothers didn’t even know me, did they?’

’So why did Julian Grant call out my name so precisely?’