Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Why Are You Helping Me So Much?

He picked up the last bottle of liquor and continued to drink.

But he had already drunk far too much, and a fiery burn seared its way from his throat down his esophagus and into his stomach.

The first sip was all it took before he started to vomit uncontrollably.

His eyes lost focus, and his body swayed even more violently.

Seeing this, Chloe Reed’s face filled with terror and panic. "Stop, you can’t drink anymore! Something will happen to you! I..."

"Don’t..."

Miles Hawthorne shook his head sharply. "I’m fine."

After a moment’s pause, he continued to drink.

"No, don’t drink anymore! Stop!" Chloe Reed began to struggle frantically.

Walker Grant’s expression darkened. Pinning Chloe Reed in place, he said in a low, dangerous voice, "If you go to him, I guarantee he won’t be leaving this room tonight."

Chloe Reed whipped her head around to face him. A storm of emotions churned in her eyes for a long moment before she finally spoke. "Walker Grant, don’t do this to him. You’ve known each other for so many years. Weren’t you friends?"

Her tone softened. She was pleading.

But she still wouldn’t give him the answer he wanted to hear.

Walker Grant’s dark eyes were chillingly cold. "He went abroad before we even graduated from college. At best, we were merely acquaintances."

Then, a mocking smirk touched his lips. "And now, it seems he’s much closer to you than he ever was to me."

Chloe Reed grabbed his hand. "I’m begging you, please stop tormenting him like this. He’s really going to get hurt..."

But her softer tone brought him no pleasure. In fact, his expression only grew darker.

"You’re begging me? For him?"

"Yes. I’m begging you."

Chloe Reed shook her head repeatedly. "Walker Grant, I’m begging you, please stop. I’ll go back to Jardinelle with you tonight, okay?"

Hah...

’We’re about to go to court, and now she’s offering to come back to Jardinelle with me?’

’Is she just trying to placate me?’

Walker Grant’s expression remained unmoved.

THUD—

Her hands were trembling. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

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