His slightly calloused palm stroked the soft skin of her waist, and her body trembled violently in his grasp.
She struggled even more fiercely.
But the passenger seat was cramped, and with him on top of her, pinning her down completely, her struggles grew weaker and weaker.
Her lips were numb from the kiss, and Chloe Reed’s eyes burned with a mixture of anger and a rosy flush.
Seeing that she was no longer struggling, Walker Grant’s kiss softened. He murmured, "Let’s go back to Jardinelle. We can start over, okay?"
Chloe Reed’s gaze wavered slightly, her eyes welling with a layer of mist, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.
She said, "Fine."
Walker Grant’s body jolted. But before joy could well up inside him, he heard her say, "You’re not allowed to see Noah Grant anymore. You can’t go near Sunny Reed. If she’s there, you have to avoid her."
Walker Grant’s sharp, handsome brows furrowed. "Noah is my older brother’s only child. I watched him be born, watched him grow up..."
SLAP!
The sound of a slap, not quite crisp, echoed in the car.
Chloe Reed had little strength left after her earlier struggles.
But her anger hadn’t diminished in the slightest.
"How dare you bring that up!"
Her gaze was sharp. "Walker Grant, I don’t need you to remind me over and over that you were there for everything, from the moment Sunny Reed got pregnant until she gave birth!"
"You’ve misunderstood."
Walker Grant pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, reining in his temper. "It was only ever about Noah. Other than you, I’ve never had eyes for any other woman!"
"But I don’t want you anymore."
Chloe Reed’s chest heaved violently. "Cheat on me once, and I’ll never take you back."
"I didn’t cheat."
"But based on your actions, no one would believe you’re blameless. No one would believe you and Sunny Reed are innocent."
Chloe Reed looked at him mockingly. "Did you know? When we were going through our divorce, even my own parents wanted you to get together with Sunny Reed. After all, you dote on Noah as if he were your own son, which would perfectly fill the void of him not having a father."
Walker Grant’s expression darkened, and a frigid aura enveloped him.
"No one makes decisions for me."
He said in a low, tight voice, his expression still grim.


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