Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce Chapter 467: Her Clothes Are All Gone

But when she ca out of the shower, she found only a single nightgown in the closet. All of her other clothes were gone!

Chloe Reed stood in the massive walk-in closet, staring at the empty shelves. She was horrified.

She put on the nightgown and went to find Walker Grant, only to see him in the kitchen cooking noodles. His tall, slender fra was wrapped in an apron, and amidst the hazy steam, he looked all the more handso and alluring.

He turned his head to look at her and said softly, "It’ll be ready soon."

Chloe frowned at him. "Where are my clothes?"

"What clothes?"

Walker poured the noodles into a bowl and carried it to the dining table, a look of confusion on his handso face.

Chloe was speechless. "...The clothes in the walk-in closet—they’re all gone!"

Walker still looked baffled. "I have no idea. I just got back myself. Maybe mice stole them."

Chloe was speechless.

She gritted her teeth. "How can you be so shaless?!"

But Walker took her by the shoulders, steered her toward the dining table, and gently pressed her into a chair. "Do you really have the energy to fight with right now? Eat up, then we can argue."

Chloe was speechless.

She hadn’t been hungry. After rushing around all day and then learning that her grandmother’s health was affected by a toxin, she had completely lost her appetite.

But as the aroma of the noodles wafted over, her stomach betrayed her with a few growls.

She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat in silence.

The noodles were delicious. He had always been an excellent cook.

Chloe kept her eyes downcast, her long lashes trembling faintly as an uncontrollable tremor went through her heart.

After finishing the bowl of noodles, she looked at him, her eyes calm once more. "I have to go back to the hospital. I won’t be able to sleep otherwise."

But Walker said, "There’s nothing you can do even if you go back. There are caregivers and aides there, and I’ve arranged for a dedicated team of nurses and doctors to watch over your grandmother."

Chloe pressed her lips together.

Walker’s gaze was fixed on her as he continued, "Right now, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. Don’t let yourself get sick from exhaustion before your grandmother even has a chance to recover. She’s already going through enough. Do you really want to make her worry about you, too?"

His words made Chloe waver. She rembered the last ti she had fainted from a high fever. ’If it hadn’t been for him...’

At that thought, Chloe looked up at him and asked, "You ca when I was unconscious with a fever last ti. Why didn’t you let my grandmother tell ?"

Walker replied calmly, "At the ti, I didn’t think it was necessary. Looking back now, maybe I should have told you. Perhaps you would have changed your opinion of then, hmm?"

Chloe stood up. "Impossible."

She headed upstairs and went straight into the guest room.

But a mont later, he followed her upstairs. As she sat on the bed, she watched him nonchalantly pull back the covers and lie down. Her brow furrowed instantly. "What do you think you’re doing?"

Her eyes were filled with wariness.

Walker said, "Sleeping."

Chloe looked at him skeptically. "Just sleeping?"

Walker opened his eyes to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "If you had sothing else in mind, I’d be happy to oblige."

The mont he finished speaking, Chloe imdiately lay down with her back to him, leaving a huge gap between them—so wide, you could have fit another two people in the space.

Walker glanced at the vast empty space, his brow furrowing in displeasure.

Then, he simply rolled onto his side, closing the distance and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Chloe’s body went rigid at once, and her breath caught in her throat.

Walker closed his eyes, his voice deep and slow. "Just rest. Get a good night’s sleep. We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow."