Preston Vance smiled gently and nodded. "Naturally."
Dylan Finch said nothing more and turned to leave.
Preston Vance turned his head, his gaze returning to the brightly lit villa. The curve of his lips deepened slightly.
’And what he offers... is that considered happiness?’
"..."
Chloe Reed rushed straight to the bedroom, pushing the door open to find Walker Grant curled up on the bed, pressing his temples, the very picture of agony.
She immediately walked over and gently tapped him.
"Chloe."
The man’s hoarse voice called out. He immediately turned and wrapped his arms around her.
Chloe Reed froze, looking down at him.
He looked utterly dependent, his arms wrapped around her waist and his face pressed against her abdomen. She could feel every one of his breaths warming the fabric of her clothes.
’I haven’t even changed yet, and he’s already clinging to me.’
Chloe Reed took out her phone and typed. The synthesized voice asked, "Are your eyes hurting again? Did you have Doctor Linton take a look?"
Walker Grant said hoarsely, "Doctor Linton said it’s referred nerve pain. There’s no immediate solution; it’ll get better once this episode passes."
Hearing this, Chloe Reed’s brows furrowed slightly. She pursed her lips, then typed, "Then did you take any painkillers?"
"I did," he answered, then added, "Have you forgotten? I took painkillers when I was in the hospital too, but they were useless."
"Then what can we do?"
Even the cold, electronic female voice seemed tinged with confusion. As the voice faded, the bedroom fell into a profound silence.
After a moment, Walker Grant slowly released her. "Am I keeping you from your work?" he asked. "You go ahead and get busy. I’ll be fine. I just need to endure it for a bit, and it’ll pass."


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