Just then, the elevator doors opened. The person waiting outside stared for a moment upon seeing them before stepping inside.
Chloe Reed averted her gaze, pretending she hadn’t seen a thing.
The elevator car had mirrored walls, so anyone standing at the front could see what was happening behind them.
The woman’s gaze was full of curiosity.
After all, Walker Grant and Chloe Reed were standing on opposite sides of the elevator, yet they were still holding hands, their arms stretched awkwardly between them. It was a ridiculous sight.
The woman even took out her phone, seemingly to take a picture.
But then an icy glare fell upon her, and she shuddered. She quickly pretended to be busy on her phone, her fingers fumbling across the screen, not daring to sneak another peek at them.
When the elevator reached the first floor, the woman hurried out. Even from a distance, Chloe Reed could still hear her on a voice chat.
"OMG, you guys, you’ll never guess what I just saw..."
Chloe Reed: "..."
She tried to wrench her arm free again, but he wouldn’t let go.
He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t release her.
She was truly out of patience.
Finally, the car pulled over in front of a pharmacy. Walker Grant got out, went inside, and returned holding a bag of ice.
Walker Grant took her hand and placed the bag of ice directly into her palm.
The biting cold seeped through her skin, and her fingers curled reflexively.
She looked up at him. "What are you doing?"
Walker Grant looked down at her reddened palm, his gaze darkening a fraction. "It’ll stop hurting in a bit," he said.
A complex expression flickered in Chloe Reed’s clear eyes. "Walker Grant, you’re so full of contradictions."
’One moment he’s suspecting me of laying a hand on Sunny Reed.’
’The next, he’s grabbing my hand, getting ice to stop the pain.’
’What is going on inside his head?’

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce