His expression was exceptionally earnest, as if he would keep agonizing over this and explaining himself until she believed him.
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze, her voice faint. "But it’s true that you were good to her, and it’s also true that you neglected for her."
The air grew still once again.
Walker Grant’s thin lips parted. Finally, he said, "I’m sorry."
He was apologizing for those past monts when he had hurt her.
Especially after learning about Sunny Reed’s parents, he knew just how terribly wrong he had been.
Therefore, she had every right to feel wronged and upset, and to bla him.
Chloe Reed turned her face away, her tone faint. "How did you find out about what happened today?"
’Don’t tell he still has people watching , right under Daniel Hayes’s nose?’
Walker Grant lowered his gaze slightly. "I have my ways. If I told you, what’s to stop you from being on guard next ti?"
Chloe Reed was left speechless.
She simply took out her phone and started using it, no longer looking at him.
Walker Grant, however, looked up at her and continued, "Preston Vance’s background isn’t simple. You’d be better off not getting too close to him in the future."
Chloe Reed didn’t say a word.
But from his perspective, she was ignoring him.
His tone turned cold. "Chloe Reed, are you even listening to ?"
Chloe Reed continued to ignore him.
Furious, Walker Grant threw back the covers to get out of bed. But the movent was too abrupt, and the wound tore open. He imdiately sucked in a sharp breath.
"Ugh..."
A low, muffled groan escaped him.
Chloe Reed’s eyelashes fluttered. She glanced toward the hospital bed to see him frozen mid-motion, halfway out of bed. His movents were stiff, his dashing brows were furrowed, and a look of pain washed over his face.
’Strange.’
’He hadn’t made a face like this even after being stabbed so many tis, yet now he was.’
Chloe Reed put down her phone, walked over, and took his arm to help him sit back down. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" she asked.
Walker Grant was speechless.
A vein throbbed on his temple. His dark, piercing eyes stared at her as if he wanted to devour her whole.
’This woman really knows how to piss him off!’
"Yes," he bit out, his expression foul.
Chloe Reed said, "Well, you should have just told . I would have helped you. Great, now your wound’s torn open, and you’re the one in pain."
Walker Grant was speechless.
’I’m not angry. I can’t get angry. She’s just a heartless woman. No reason to get angry.’
He draped his uninjured arm over her shoulder, letting the majority of his tall fra’s weight press down on her as they struggled toward the bathroom.
Chloe Reed was starting to struggle. ’He’s so heavy!’
’And is it my imagination, or is he getting heavier?’
Just as they were about to reach the bathroom door, she suddenly found she couldn’t hold him up any longer.
She braced one hand against the wall and managed to turn her head to look at him. "Can’t you use a little of your own strength?"
Walker Grant lowered his gaze to her slightly flushed face and said with a deadpan expression, "If I exert myself, the wound will tear open again. I can’t bear it. It’s too painful."
Chloe Reed was speechless.
She took a deep breath and didn’t look at him again.
As she pushed open the bathroom door, she suddenly felt a puff of hot air brush past her ear.
She shuddered and whipped her head around. "What are you doing?!"
Walker Grant, however, just stared at her, observing her reaction. After a mont, he said, "I brushed against you by accident. Sorry."
Chloe Reed frowned at him. He, on the other hand, was completely composed, as if it had truly been an accident.
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