But before he could finish, Chloe Reed suddenly took the opportunity to push open the car door, turn, and walk away.
"Chloe!"
Walker Grant frowned and moved to chase after her.
Miles Hawthorne was taken aback and quickly reached out to stop Walker Grant. "Hey, Walker, calm down. She didn’t look well. Maybe we should just let her be?"
Walker Grant shoved him aside. "You’re the one who needs to be quiet! What the hell do you want, anyway?"
Miles Hawthorne gave an awkward laugh. "Well, there is sothing, actually. I just got back to the Hawthorne Group and took over a project. The boss of the other company has worked with you before, so you know them. I was hoping you could give an introduction."
Walker Grant said impatiently, "Contact my secretary."
He turned to chase after Chloe Reed.
But in that short mont, Chloe Reed had already gotten into a taxi and left.
He whipped his head around, glaring at Miles Hawthorne.
Miles Hawthorne quickly threw his hands up in surrender. "I didn’t do it on purpose! Please don’t hit ."
Walker Grant took a deep breath, reining in his volatile temper. He then pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
The rich scent of nicotine filled his lungs. He narrowed his eyes, the frustration seeming to ease slightly.
Miles Hawthorne asked in surprise, "When did you start smoking? I rember you never used to."
Leaning against the car, Walker Grant’s expression was flat. "Want one?"
Miles Hawthorne shook his head. "No, I don’t smoke. Not a fan."
But Walker Grant just smirked. "That’s only because you haven’t run into any real trouble yet."
So Miles Hawthorne asked, "Is it because of Chloe?"
Walker Grant didn’t answer.
Miles Hawthorne sighed. "I still rember back in college, when you two were together. You were like conjoined twins—always going to class together, eating together, writing papers together. The only thing you didn’t do together was sleep."
Walker Grant’s gaze deepened, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
It really had been a long ti.
And those tis were so simple and happy.
He felt accomplished after finishing a research project; she’d discover a great little eatery and happily drag him there.
Miles Hawthorne looked at him and asked hesitantly, "I’ve only been back a few days, but I’ve already heard a lot of rumors. Is the stuff about you and your sister-in-law true or not?"
Walker Grant’s frustration flared up again. He stamped out his cigarette, turned, and got into his car.
He really couldn’t be bothered to answer questions like that.
Seeing this, Miles Hawthorne froze for a second. "Hey, you still haven’t answered my question!"
"Are we eting this potential partner or not?" Walker Grant shot him a look, his face devoid of expression.
"We are!" Miles Hawthorne nodded at once, imdiately dropping the subject.
"..."
When Chloe Reed got ho, she felt completely drained, collapsing onto the sofa without any desire to move.
As night fell and the living room grew dim, all she felt was fatigue. An overwhelming fatigue.
’He actually thought that agreeing not to get a divorce ant they had reconciled.’
’How could they possibly reconcile?’
’He should have known when he did those things that there was no going back for them.’
Chloe Reed closed her eyes for a mont, then pulled out her phone and ordered takeout.
Once the food arrived, she ate her fill and then went to the study to continue working on her script.
She would lose herself in her work.
However, she had barely read a few pages when a ssage ca in from Judith Pierce.
Judith Pierce: [Image] [Image] [Image]
Judith Pierce: [Chloe, take a look at this girl. Don’t you think she and Walker are a perfect match?]
Chloe Reed’s breath caught in her throat. After a mont’s hesitation, she tapped open the photos.
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