A vein throbbed on Walker Grant’s forehead. Seeing her defiant posture, his voice grew heavy. "You’re going to push me out?"
Chloe Reed nodded. "That’s right. Go find that mother and her son. Go on, hurry up."
Walker, however, stepped forward, his dark, phoenix-like eyes fixed on her. "Just like last time, you’re just going to push me away? Chloe Reed, how dare you?!"
The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly swept her into his arms and strode toward the bedroom.
"Let go of me!"
Chloe cried out, but a moment later, he tossed her onto the bed. His tall frame pressed down, pinning her so she couldn’t move an inch.
Her eyes were red with fury. "Walker Grant, I’m not stopping you anymore! What more do you want from me?"
’Before, when I minded that he went to see Sunny Reed and her son, he called me unreasonable.’
’Now that I’m the one backing down, he’s still not happy.’
’What in the world does he want!’
Walker’s eyes grew darker, incensed by the impatience and coldness in her gaze. He reached out and tore at her clothes.
Chloe’s eyes widened in terror. "No! You can’t! I don’t want this! Walker Grant, you can’t force me!"
She struggled so fiercely that Walker simply flipped her over, forcing her facedown on the bed.
In this position, she couldn’t struggle in the slightest.
Her top was torn to shreds, her skin exposed to the air.
She flinched, her hands gripping the covers tightly.
But the expected frenzy from behind her never came; it was as if everything had stopped.
Then, she felt someone gently trace the edges of the wound on her back. That, combined with the inherent itchiness of the injury, made her body tremble.
Then, Walker’s slightly hoarse voice sounded. "I’ll put some ointment on for you, then I’ll leave."
Chloe closed her eyes and buried her face in the covers.
Walker got off the bed and went to the door.

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