"Yeah." Chloe Reed nodded, then pulled back the covers and got into bed.
Walker Grant had already reached the bedside. He sat down, tilted his head slightly, and asked, "Chloe, I feel like you’re in a strange mood today. Did something happen to upset you?"
Holding her phone to watch a video, Chloe simply typed a quick reply and showed him the screen: "No."
Walker furrowed his brows slightly before pulling back the covers and lying down. He moved closer, lying on his side next to her, and reached out to wrap an arm around her waist.
Chloe’s body stiffened, and she pushed his hand away.
"Chloe?" A hint of confusion colored Walker’s tone. "I’m not going to do anything else. Can’t I just hold you?"
Chloe looked at him. The loneliness on his face was obvious, but she still shifted a little further away. She typed on her phone, "We don’t need to take things this far."
Walker fell silent for a long moment. He slowly withdrew his hand, his voice laced with desolation. "I just wanted to hold you. After all, once my eyes heal, I won’t have the chance anymore."
The bedroom fell into a deep silence.
Chloe didn’t respond. She watched her videos for a little while longer before turning off the lights and lying down. As her breathing grew heavy and her consciousness began to fade into sleep, she felt someone press up against her back.
He had wrapped his arms around her again. Chloe was far too exhausted to argue with him and just let it be.
The next day.
Chloe began her training. Fiona Linton seemed incredibly excited, watching eagerly from the sidelines while Chloe practiced. When she saw Chloe’s shooting accuracy, Fiona clapped enthusiastically.
"That was amazing, babe!"

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