Walker Grant paid her no mind at all.
His large palm enveloped Chloe Reed’s small hand. He aggressively threaded his long fingers between hers, then curled them, enclosing her hand completely.
Chloe Reed: "..."
’This man always resorts to little tricks like this. But right now, I can’t struggle or move rashly. What if I disrupt the acupressure points? I’d be the one to suffer then.’
Chloe Reed simply closed her eyes, ignoring his little movements.
In Walker Grant’s eyes, this was tacit approval.
He grew bolder, his fingers occasionally caressing the back of her hand. Feeling the soft, cool warmth in his palm, his heart felt as if it had been filled to the brim.
Fiona Linton stood to the side, watching for a moment before she suddenly understood what was happening. Her expression instantly darkened.
This time, she applied more force, actually making Walker Grant feel a twinge of pain.
But Walker Grant’s expression didn’t change; he didn’t even furrow his brow. He just squeezed Chloe’s hand tighter and continued to play pitiful. "Chloe, it hurts."
Fiona Linton: "..."
’This is ridiculous!’
’So by doing this, I’m just giving him what he wants, aren’t I?’
’I’m speechless!’
"..."
「Two days later, he was discharged from the hospital.」
The wounds on Walker Grant’s body were more or less healed. The biggest problem now was his eyes.
Dylan Finch brought over some clothes, placed them by his hand, and asked, "Mr. Grant, should I help you change?"
"No need."
Walker Grant refused coldly, then asked, "Where’s Chloe?"
Dylan Finch said, "Ms. Reed went to speak with the doctor."
Walker Grant sat down and said, "When she gets back, have her help me."

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