Looking at her indifferent expression, Walker Grant’s thin lips moved, but for a long moment, he couldn’t say a word.
Chloe Reed turned and opened the door.
She felt a tug from behind. Turning her head slightly, she saw that he had grabbed her clothes and was pulling on them gently.
"My wound really hurts. Can you help me treat it?"
His voice was a few shades deeper as he looked down slightly. For a moment, his tall frame actually conveyed a sense of loneliness and sorrow.
The room was brightly lit. The man had taken off his shirt, and the wounds on his chest and back were indeed bleeding slightly, but his condition was still stable.
Chloe Reed first cleaned the blood from his skin before re-dressing and bandaging his wounds.
She didn’t say a single word the entire time. Once she was done, she turned and left the room.
Walker Grant watched her leave, a profound loneliness flashing in his eyes.
...
The old woman had taken a nap and her emotions had stabilized, but she looked as if she had aged several years.
Chloe’s heart ached for her.
Those things Susan Bowman said must have upset her grandmother.
Chloe helped her grandmother to the dining table. "I had the housekeeper make your favorite dishes, Grandma. Let’s eat up."
The old woman nodded. "Alright. Oh, where’s Walker Grant?"
Chloe said, "He’s in his room."
Her grandmother gave her a surprised look. "You’re letting him stay here?"
Chloe’s eyes flickered. "I’m the reason he’s injured. I have to take responsibility and look after him until he’s recovered."
Her grandmother smiled. "Then go call him for dinner. Letting him go hungry is a poor way of looking after someone, don’t you think?"
"Oh."

She reached out and touched his forehead. It was burning hot!
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