Walker Grant’s icy stare fell upon Iris Yates’s face.
A bone-chilling cold washed over her, and an imnse pressure settled upon her. Iris Yates flinched instinctively.
She could barely keep a steady grip on the baseball bat in her hands.
"Was this your idea?"
Walker Grant rembered that Chloe Reed was always with Iris Yates.
Who knew what those two best friends cooked up in their heads all day.
It had happened once before.
He had co ho from a business trip, and Chloe Reed was there holding a leather whip, lightly tapping her own palm as she ordered him to strip.
She wanted to check his body for any marks left by other won.
That night, he was the one who left plenty of marks on her, and the whip ended up tossed under the bed.
While she was dead to the world, her phone lit up with a ssage from Iris Yates.
Iris: [Chloe, was it fun? Did he get on his knees? Did he beg for rcy?]
At that mont, Walker Grant’s face had darkened.
It was Iris Yates’s rotten idea!
’Are they treating like a toy?’
"..."
So, the mont he saw Iris Yates, Walker Grant instinctively assud she was behind this. To help Chloe Reed get a divorce, she would undoubtedly cook up so terrible sche. Sending him another woman was sothing Chloe Reed would never think of on her own!
"Don’t you dare make baseless accusations!"
Chloe Reed spoke up then. "This has nothing to do with her. It was my idea!"
Walker Grant’s gaze returned to her face. Her clear eyes were still tinged with anger, and her breathing was uneven. Pinned by him on the sofa, hair in disarray and the corners of her eyes flushed red, she possessed a certain kind of tragic beauty.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice dropped even lower. "Did you really think I’d agree to a divorce just because you sent another woman to my bed?"
Chloe Reed’s eyelashes trembled.
Walker Grant leaned in close, his hot breath fanning across her ear. The words he spoke shattered her last shred of hope.
"Even if I sleep with another woman, I will never divorce you. Give up, Chloe Reed."
Then, he rose and strode out of the room.
Chloe Reed’s expression went vacant. She lay limp on the sofa, not moving for a long, long ti.
Iris Yates rushed to close the door before coming back to help her up. "Chloe, what did he say to you?"
Chloe Reed’s gaze slowly shifted to her. "I was too naive."
Iris Yates looked completely baffled.
Chloe Reed took a deep breath, forcing a smile. "It’s nothing. I’m fine. You should get so sleep. I have to go to work."
’I have to go, I’m going to be late for work.’
She hastily straightened her hair, smoothed out her clothes, and then rose to leave, her face a blank mask.
But seeing her in this state, how could Iris Yates possibly relax?
She followed her out. "I’ll drive you. I can’t let you go like this."
"Okay... okay."
Chloe Reed didn’t refuse.
Iris drove while Chloe Reed sat silently in the passenger seat.
Walker Grant’s cold, mocking words echoed in her ears.
’I thought he would let go if he was with soone else.’
’I never imagined it was all just wishful thinking.’
Walker Grant had seen right through her plan and ruthlessly cut off her only way out.
Her mind went blank, and a dull ache spread through her heart.
’What was she supposed to do now?’
’Was she dood to keep struggling in this painful marriage?’
"Iris, pull over. I need to make a call," Chloe Reed said, composing herself.
"Oh, okay."
Iris obliged, pulling the car over to the side of the road.
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