His dark, deep eyes looked her up and down. Seeing the healthy color in her cheeks, some of the tension in his gaze faded.
They left the company and went to the coffee shop across the street.
Chloe Reed sat down and looked at him coolly. "Did you want something?"
A somber expression clouded Walker Grant’s handsome face. He reached up and pressed his temples. "Noah got lost last night," he said. "He got himself stuck in a playhouse and couldn’t get out. The playhouse was under repair, and the area was pitch-black. He fell asleep in there. I sent my men over, and it still took them a long time to find him."
Chloe Reed called a waiter over and ordered a coffee.
Walker Grant stared at her impassive face and continued, "Noah was terrified, so I took him back to Jardinelle last night."
At his words, Chloe Reed’s expression changed, but she quickly regained her composure.
She desperately told herself.
’I’m done with him. So I’m done with everything connected to him, too. That includes our marital home, the one that holds all our happy memories.’
’So what does it matter to me who he brings back there?’
’Even if he brought a dozen women home at once, that’s his business.’
Chloe Reed took a deep breath. Her coffee arrived just then, and she lifted the cup for a sip.
Walker Grant’s brow furrowed. "Chloe, I didn’t mean to break my word last night."
Chloe Reed set down her coffee cup, her expression perfectly calm. "Are you done?"
Her calmness was suffocating him.
He stared at her intently, searching for any flicker of emotion in her expression.
That would at least be a sign she still cared.
But there was none.
She finished her coffee and said, "If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to work."
Walker Grant lowered his gaze slightly, his voice deepening. "Chloe, I’m trying to explain."


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