Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 347

Chapter 347 Would Chloe Being Your Granddaughter Make You Happy?

Noah’s amber-like eyes widened in shock as he gazed at the woman in the photo. It was indeed Aunt Luciana. It meant that Chloe was his grandfather’s granddaughter-the person he had been betrothed to in childhood. A rush of hidden excitement surged within him.

‘Just as I thought. How could someone as foolish as Ava possibly be Aunt Luciana’s child?’

“Noah?” Chloe noticed his dazed expression and waved in front of his eyes. “What’s wrong?” “N- nothing,” Noah stammered. Realizing his momentary distraction, he quickly composed himself and put on a shy smile. “Your mom is truly captivating. I couldn’t help but be entranced by her beauty.”

Chloe chuckled at his playful comment. “Are you just exaggerating?”

“Well, she possesses a unique beauty, much like yours, but with her own distinct qualities,” Noah analyzed earnestly. He added, “She seems to embody the traditional type of woman, This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

devoted and gentle.”

Chloe paused momentarily, considering his words, and then raised her thumb in approval. ” Your analysis is spot on.”

Her mother indeed had epitomized the idea of marrying and embracing the husband’s ways as she never uttered a single complaint about him, wholeheartedly embracing her role as a supportive wife.

“I noticed that the gemstone adornments on her hand are of remarkable quality. Are they heirlooms passed down in your family?” Noah continued his line of inquiry.

“I don’t know if they’re specifically from our ancestors, but I do know that Mom received. them from my grandfather. But I recently needed some money, so I sold a few of them. Thanks for the reminder! I

almost forgot about them. I’ll make sure to repurchase the ones I sold in the next few days,” Chloe replied.

A mischievous smile curved Noah’s lips. Unbeknownst to Chloe, the entirety of Exotic Star rightfully belonged to her, and it could easily be handed over to its rightful owner.

They continued their conversation for a while longer. A hidden sense of joy shimmered in Noah’s clear, amber eyes. “Rest well. I have some matters to attend to, so I have to go now.”

His eagerness to return and share the good news with his grandparents surged within him- their long- awaited granddaughter had finally been found. And to their delight, she was an exceptionally remarkable individual.

“Take care. I won’t be seeing you off,” Chloe said, placing her cup back on the table. The air conditioning chilled the room, causing her to adjust her collar. In that unintentional gesture, a

bite mark on her neck became visible.

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Noah’s gaze fixed on the mark on Chloe’s neck, and the smile in his eyes faded. Chloe trailed his gaze and realized what he had noticed. She swiftly adjusted her collar, feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

Noah, sensing her discomfort, tactfully switched tracks. “Is the person in the neighboring ward an acquaintance of yours? When I entered, I overheard him talking about you to someone.”

Chloe assumed Icarus’ mother was pressuring him to get married again and responded in a grateful tone, “Yes, he’s my friend. He’s the one who rescued me from the passenger seat.”

“Based on what you’ve shared, it seems like he treats you well.”

“Yes, he does.”

Icarus truly treated her with kindness.

“I once had a friend who was incredibly kind to me. I never suspected their intentions, but in the end, I discovered that their kindness was merely a ploy to steal Exotic Star’s confidential files.” Noah revealed, his brows furrowing with a sense of melancholy and his expression sincere. “Coco, you should also exercise caution and don’t trust others easily.”

Not long after Noah departed from the ward, a delivery driver handed Icarus a bouquet of white lilies. Regina was taken aback and cursed the audacity of whoever would dare to curse her son in such a manner. Icarus, on the other hand, had a strong suspicion that Joseph was behind this. His eyes grew dark, and with a forceful gesture, he tossed the bouquet into the trash bin.

In the afternoon, around one o’clock, Noah entered Desmond’s room, carefully holding a cup of chamomile tea. “Grandfather, I brought you some tea,” he said softly.

Desmond continued to wipe a family portrait with a tissue, not bothering to look up. “Just set it down over there,” he replied in a flat tone.

Noah held the framed photo in his hand, his eyes fixated on the image of the woman who bore a striking resemblance to Chloe. “Grandfather, don’t you think Chloe looks somewhat like Aunt Luciana?”

Desmond glanced briefly at the photo, acknowledging the similarity. “Yes, there is at resemblance. But Chloe carries herself differently, exuding a sense of brilliance, unlike Luciana’s gentle and timid nature.”

“Would Chloe being your granddaughter make you happy?”