Judith Pierce asked hesitantly, "Walker, are you still upset with me for signing those papers on your behalf?"
Walker’s tone was indifferent. "Mom, that’s in the past."
"I was just so scared." She paused and sighed. "After what happened to your big brother, I couldn’t bear for anything to happen to you too. But I’ve had time to think, and as long as you can protect yourself, I’ll support you in whatever you do."
Walker’s expression wavered for a moment. "Then help me win Chloe back."
"Alright." Judith Pierce readily agreed. "On the anniversary of your brother’s death, I’ll invite her over for dinner. Your big brother was very good to her; she won’t refuse."
Hearing this, a forbidding chill flashed in Walker’s eyes, and his tone grew even more detached. "Fine. I get it. I’m hanging up now."
"Alright."
Walker set his phone aside, his thoughts turning to what Judith had just said.
’Julian Grant was pretty good to Chloe, too.’
’He really was.’
’He acted like a big brother—gentle, caring, and emotionally stable.’
’So, what about Chloe?’
’What did she think of him?’
’If she knew...’
Walker closed his eyes, shaking off the jumble of emotions. When he opened them again, his gaze was dark and placid.
’There were no ifs.’
’He and Chloe had been together for over eight years.’
’No one could tear them apart.’
...
On her day off, Chloe Reed was playing chess with her grandmother.


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