Walker Grant got back into the car, his handsome face darker than the night, and the atmosphere inside was frozen.
After driving for a distance, he finally spoke. "Don’t waste your energy. I’ll find out what you’ve been up to sooner or later."
Chloe Reed, however, turned to look out the window, ignoring him completely.
Walker Grant’s brows furrowed. He glanced at the back of her head, a stifling frustration building in his chest.
The image of her sitting and eating with Miles Hawthorne, a smile on her lips and a gentle look in her eyes, floated into his mind, making him deeply uneasy.
’How long had it been since she’d smiled at him like that?’
He still remembered how she had clung to him on the night of their wedding anniversary.
But how much time had passed since then?
Their relationship had been turned completely upside down.
He wasn’t used to it.
The car stopped in the residential complex’s underground garage. Chloe Reed went to open the door, only to find it locked.
She turned her head to face him. "Unlock the door."
Walker Grant stared at her with a heavy gaze. "Is this the only time you’ll talk to me on your own accord?"
Chloe Reed’s heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her gaze. "Walker Grant, I’m really tired. What’s the point of us dragging this out?"
"You’re tired after only eight years? Then what about the rest of our lives?" Walker Grant said in a low voice. "Didn’t we promise each other a lifetime?"
But Chloe Reed said, "The lifetime I was talking about was for you and me, not anyone else."
"There has never been anyone else between us."
Chloe Reed closed her eyes wearily. "Let’s just get a divorce. Talking to you is exhausting."
"I will never agree."
Chloe Reed: "..."
She said nothing more, staring blankly ahead as silence filled the car.
Walker Grant kept watching her, his gaze deep and heated, fixed on her emotionless face.
He was suddenly very displeased.
Miles Hawthorne sounded surprised. "But I haven’t finished dinner yet."
Walker Grant sneered. "One full meal, or a lifetime of them. You choose."
With that, he hung up the phone.
「Candle & Wine Club」
Miles Hawthorne pushed open the door to the private room and walked in, a look of resignation on his face. "I have to say, you’re terrifying."
Walker Grant, dressed in a black shirt, was sitting on the sofa with bottles of liquor on the table before him. He shot Miles a cold glance from his dark, phoenix-like eyes.
Miles Hawthorne sat opposite him. Raising an eyebrow at Walker’s expression, he asked, "What’s up? You look like you’re here to settle a score."
Walker Grant said flatly, "Ever heard the saying?"
"What?"
Walker Grant said, "It is better to tear down ten temples than to ruin a single marriage."
Miles Hawthorne’s expression faltered for a second before he gave a resigned smile. "Looks like I can’t hide anything from you. But since I’ve already promised to do this, I have to see it through."

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