But, the worst-case scenario still happened.
Walker Grant started running a fever at three in the morning. He was delirious and in terrible shape.
His bodyguard noticed something was wrong and immediately called him. "Mr. Grant, you need to go to the hospital. Let me take you there right now."
Walker Grant’s handsome brows furrowed, and his voice was very hoarse. "That’s not necessary."
But the bodyguard was very worried. "But sir, if you keep pushing yourself like this, something will definitely go wrong."
Walker Grant’s tone hardened. "I said no, and I mean it. All of you, drop it."
The bodyguard: "...Yes."
「The next day.」
When Chloe Reed came out of her room, she had already composed herself. She was planning to mail the souvenirs she’d bought to Breyburn, but as soon as she stepped out, she ran into Walker Grant coming out of the room next door.
COUGH, COUGH.
The man’s handsome face was pale. He covered his mouth and coughed twice before looking at her. "Did you sleep well last night?"
Chloe Reed’s delicate brows knitted together as she stared at his pale face. "What’s wrong with you?"
Walker Grant’s dark eyes lit up, and his thin lips curled. "Are you worried about me? I feel awful. I think I have a fever. Want to feel my forehead?"
As he spoke, he moved closer, reaching for her hand.
But Chloe Reed dodged him and said coldly, "You brought this on yourself. What’s it to me?"
With that, she turned and walked away.
Walker Grant’s face grew even paler, and a self-mocking smile touched his lips. "But... I really feel awful, Chloe. I’m not lying."
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