After Divorcing my Captain Husband (Chloe and Michael)

Chapter 665 Visit Chloe

Until the ringing stopped, Chloe sighed with relief. The next moment, a text from Candy popped up: [What are you up to, girl? Not picking up your phone? How about we go out for a meal tomorrow? I know a famous restaurant here in Mamaica!] Chloe read the message, imagining the cheerful tone Candy must have used.

But the thought of even lifting a finger to reply felt exhausting.

[James said you're getting some time off. I agree; you should take a break, especially since you're pregnant. How about we check out some nearby islands? Jessica and Quinn can handle things with the team, so no worries there.] Though Chloe didn't respond, Candy continued enthusiastically planning.

This was their usual dynamic. Candy knew Chloe would eventually reply when she had a moment. Chloe closed her eyes, locked her phone, and tucked it under her pillow, turning off notifications.

She burrowed back under the covers, while her phone's screen continued to flicker with new messages.

By the next morning, when Candy still hadn't received any response, she stared at her phone, puzzled.

"Richard's wrapping up this matter, and I'm planning to head back home. The Opal Group still needs me for some things. What about you?" Wesley asked, emerging from the bathroom.

"Oh, go ahead and head back. I'm planning to visit Chloe for a few days," Candy replied.

Wesley didn't object but added, "Just be careful. Chloe's pregnant, so don't go overboard and risk harming the baby. Michael might hold you responsible."

Candy bristled at this. "Do you think I'd actually harm Chloe's baby? Do you have that little faith in me?"

"It's not about trust; it's just that you can be... a bit wild."

Candy shot him a look and decided not to argue.

She got ready and headed out to find Chloe. "Chloe didn't reply last night. I'm going to see her now. Don't wait for me for dinner tonight. And let me know when you're heading back home!" Wesley felt like he was an afterthought in Candy's world.

If she hadn't been so busy with the Jenkins family issues lately, he might have thought she didn't care.

When Candy knocked on the door of Michael's villa, a flash of complex emotions crossed Michael's face as he opened it.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Candy pushed past him. "Where's Chloe? She hasn't responded to my messages. Are you hiding her?"

Michael didn't stop her from entering but glanced upstairs. "She's still asleep."

Candy settled onto the sofa and checked the time. It was almost noon.

"She's pregnant, so it's normal for her to sleep a lot. I'll wait here for her."

Just then, Admas came down from upstairs, saw Candy, and gave her a silent nod before heading back up.

The only person left in the living room was James, casually flipping through a magazine.

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Candy had always hoped Chloe would move back home.

After all, she grew up there, and Wendy's grave was also there. Settling in Mamaica would make things complicated.

"Why do you care?" James replied without even glancing up from his magazine.

Candy's frustration was palpable. She raised her fist and waved it in front of him, thinking, "This guy's even more stuck-up than that jerk Michael."

Michael knew Chloe was either already awake or hadn't slept much

the night before. She was staying upstairs, probably avoiding them.

With Candy's arrival, he figured he should give Chloe a heads-up.

He knocked gently on Chloe's door and said softly, "Chloe, can I come in? Candy's here."

Chloe had been reluctant to let him in, but hearing Candy's name made her spring out of bed and open the door. Since her room wasn't visible from the stairs, Candy remained unaware that Chloe was already awake.

The room's curtains were drawn tight, shrouding the room in near-total darkness even though it was nearly noon. The oppressive gloom mirrored Chloe's mood.

As Michael entered, Chloe had already returned to bed. "Could you get her to leave, please?"