The Last Time I Called Him Home のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

The day I was diagnosed with lung cancer, my adoptive father, Lucien Moretti, was busy making wedding arrangements for Harvey and me.Harvey was the man Lucien had carefully chosen to be my husband.“Harvey comes from a good family. He’s gentle and a renowned gentleman. He’ll treat you well,” Lucien reminded me.I nodded in agreement.“He really is wonderful.”Harvey was wonderful in every way. The only problem was that I didn't love him.Lucien paid no attention to my downcast expression. He focused on discussing the wedding details with the planner.“We’ll hold the wedding on the beach next month. Use champagne-colored flowers, and keep the overall style understated.”“Chloe doesn't like overly extravagant decorations. Make the stage look more like something out of a dream.”Lucien held a fountain pen, carefully marking up the wedding planner's proposal.He knew every one of my preferences. He even knew exactly what my dream wedding should look like.He had always given me everything

That afternoon Lucien sent a driver to the estate to pick me up and take me to the bridal shop. He said Vivian was trying on wedding dresses and wanted my advice. I didn’t refuse. Before leaving, I wanted to see Lucien one more time. At the bridal shop, Lucien was already wearing a custom black suit. He stood to one side, patiently waiting for his future Donna to choose her dress. Lucien had always been generous. He had commissioned fifteen custom-made wedding dresses for Vivian to choose from.The moment she saw me, Vivian greeted me with a smile.She took my hand affectionately.“Chloe, come save me! I've tried so many dresses that I can't decide. Help me choose one.”As Lucien's adopted daughter, I was someone Vivian always made a point of treating warmly.But I knew she didn't like me.Right now, her face glowed with the joy of an almost-bride.I remained expressionless, letting my gaze drift over the dresses.“They're all beautiful,” I said softly.A sales assistant ch

Lucien’s POV.At the wedding, I searched the crowd for Chloe.But before I could find her, Harvey approached me and told me she was gone.“Gone? Where did she go?” My heart sank.Harvey remained calm. “Chloe only asked me to deliver the share transfer agreement to you. I don’t know anything else.”He had promised Chloe he would keep her secret.Panic surged through me, and I nearly shouted, “You don’t know? Harvey! Chloe is your fiancée!”“Mr. Moretti,” Harvey replied calmly, “Chloe and I have already called off our wedding.”I was about to demand an explanation when my right-hand man hurried over.“Don, Miss Moretti is in trouble.” His expression was grave.My breath caught, and unease crept into my chest. “What happened to her? Has she thrown another tantrum?”No matter what kind of trouble Chloe got herself into, I would always clean up her mess.I was her adoptive father. Taking care of her unconditionally was my responsibility.My right-hand man handed me a file. “These are Miss M

Chloe’s POV.I had faked my death.To leave the Moretti family for good, I had deliberately staged a failed surgery.In reality, my operation had been a complete success.After finishing my rehabilitation, I had recovered to the point where I was no different from an ordinary, healthy person.I then submitted an application to Professor William’s PI lab.I had been fascinated by plants and flowers since childhood, and both my undergraduate and master’s degrees were related to botanical research.When I graduated, numerous research teams had offered me positions.Yet I had chosen to return to Sicily.Back then, I had been deeply in love with Lucien. All I wanted was to stay by his side, never leaving him for a moment.A week later, I successfully joined Professor William’s research team.The person assigned to work with me was a tall British man with blond hair and blue eyes. He was courteous, gentlemanly, and spoke with a fluent London accent.His name was Antoine Deschamps, and he was

I was caught up in an assassination attempt against Lucien by his enemies. The car flipped. Lucien’s arm was pierced by shattered glass and bled continuously. He held my unconscious form and dodged under a hail of bullets. Even after taking a bullet in the arm, Lucien still held me tightly in his arms. His blood soaked my clothes red. Lucien held on until reinforcements arrived before collapsing in a pool of blood. As for me, I had just been discharged and my body was still weak; I soon lost consciousness. Lucien was injured, but the moment he finished bandaging he ran over to find me. He was worried about my safety. “Chloe, how do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere?” Lucien asked anxiously. The injured Lucien looked somewhat disheveled. He wanted to hold me. I avoided him. I said lightly, “I’m fine.” Lucien was nearly heartbroken by my coldness. “Chloe, for you I can give up even my life. Please, love me one more time, alright? This time I absolutely will