Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 695 You Rescuing Me Was Premeditated

Noah noticed her little gestures and softened his voice, gently coaxing, "What's wrong? Did Joseph bully you again?" Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Chloe paused. A hint of emotion flickered across her fair face. She hesitated for a moment, knowing deep down that Noah was the one who treated her well. She then took out the blueprints and handed them to him. "Actually, it's nothing. He just gave me this."

Noah walked over and examined the blueprints. He quickly recognized them as the structural plans of the hospital where the fire had taken place.

Chloe stared into Noah's eyes and said, "Joseph told me that your rescuing me was premeditated."

Noah looked up. His eyes looked clear and honest. "Do you believe that?"

"I don't," she replied decisively. Some individuals and situations were known only to oneself, and she had a clear opinion in her heart.

Noah calmly continued. "I've been aware of the unique design of this hospital for quite some time. The architect behind it is the father of one of my high school classmates. We used to spend time together, and I came across the designs by chance. The secret passage was in use back then, but as time passed, with fewer emergency situations and changes in leadership, fewer people came to know about it."

"I see." Chloe picked up a glass and took a sip of water, her smile retaining its warmth. "I knew I could trust you not to lie to me. Joseph just can't stand to see others doing well."

Noah gazed at her radiant smile and flexed his fingertips. He then looked away, saying, "He's just concerned about your well-being and is afraid that you might be tricked."

Chloe let out a tired yawn. "Don't defend him."

If he really cared about her, why had he waited until now to show it?

"Okay, okay. You must be tired so get some rest. You have to go to work tomorrow."

"Mhm, goodnight then."

Noah chuckled softly as he helped turn off the lights. "Goodnight."

*

For two consecutive days, life was peaceful. But on this particular day, after getting off work, Chloe made her way to Xavia's recital. The venue was filled with an audience mainly composed of middle- aged men and young art enthusiasts, all drawn to Xavia's particular style.

Chloe found her seat and sat down.

"This ticket from a scalper cost me three times the original price. It wasn't easy to get it."

"Be content that you even managed to score a ticket. Three times the price isn't too bad."

"Yeah, I agree. It's a pity that Xavia’s already married. Otherwise, she’d be even more popular right now."

"Hmph, I never liked that Joseph guy. He's just a little rich and a little good-looking. What's so good about him? He’s a divorcee."

"Exactly! I don't understand why Joseph's ex-wife just doesn’t reconcile with him. She just had to bring trouble to Xavia."

"Then why did she bring trouble to me?"

A sudden clear and bright voice sliced through the noisy atmosphere like lightning on a summer's day. Nearby fans were stunned, their attention now drawn to the center of the audience seats.

There sat a slender and tall woman. She wore a wide-brimmed hat and a striking fiery red dress. The brim of the hat concealed most of her face, leaving only a pair of captivating, fiery red lips visible. Those lips looked as if they held the power to enchant the entire world.

At that moment, the lights above dimmed. Xavia, dressed in a pristine white gown, gracefully took the stage. However, Chloe had clearly stolen the spotlight, outshining even the main performer who was in a designer dress.

Fans suddenly felt that Xavia's performance was lackluster as she had a tendency to favor plain- colored dresses. While elegant, it lacked a certain element of novelty, causing the audience to grow somewhat disinterested and tired of it.

Though Xavia sensed the lack of enthusiasm from the crowd and felt confused, she remained composed as she began to play. As the piece came to a close, the response from the audience was tepid at best and the applause was sparse. Just as she began to question if her skills had somehow declined, the cameraman's focus shifted to the audience, and Chloe's image appeared on the big screen.

Xavia instantly noticed Chloe. Her hands holding her violin trembled and she abruptly stopped playing. Her face displayed shock, panic, anger, and a sea of other emotions.

Chloe lifted the brim of her hat to reveal her face as she gazed at Xavia with a look of amusement as if watching a play.

The orchestra beside Xavia continued to play. Somewhat puzzled, they whispered to Xavia, "Keep going. Don't stop."