Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

"Isn’t Nathaniel Monroe your friend? You two grew up together. What’s there to see that you haven’t seen before?"

A cold, electronic female voice came from the phone. Chloe Reed’s position was firm: there was absolutely no way she was giving him a bath.

Walker Grant faced her, his tone equally insistent. "Seeing isn’t the same as touching, Chloe. You know I don’t touch other people, and no one else is allowed to touch me."

"Then wash yourself."

Chloe Reed was resolute and immediately put her phone away.

Walker Grant heard the click of her phone locking. His thin lips pressed into a line. After a moment, he said, "Can you at least walk me to the bathroom, then?"

Hearing this, Chloe Reed’s fine, elegant brows furrowed.

She stared at Walker Grant’s face, feeling a sense of helplessness. ’She knew that once he made up his mind, it was nearly impossible to change it.’

She stood up, helped him out of bed by the arm, and they went to the bathroom.

Then, she had him stand to the side, pulled out her phone, and typed, "Take off your clothes. If I see any... other reactions, you’re not allowed to shower."

At her words, an eyebrow twitched beneath Walker Grant’s gauze bandages, and he slowly nodded.

He began to slowly undress while Chloe Reed went to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature.

By the time she had the temperature right, she turned around to find him standing there, completely naked and looking perfectly calm.

Chloe Reed’s eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze subconsciously swept over his body.

She first looked at the wound on his chest. It hadn’t fully healed yet and couldn’t get wet. The rest of his body was also covered in scars, big and small.

She remembered that he never used to have so many scars.

And all of these were from this year.

All because of her.

Chloe Reed’s heart suddenly clenched, as if squeezed by an invisible hand, leaving her so constricted she could barely breathe.

She took a deep breath, walked over, and took his hand, writing on his palm: "I’ll go get a waterproof patch from the nurse. Your wound can’t get wet."

"Mm."

Walker Grant grunted in acknowledgment, standing perfectly still like an obedient child.

Chloe Reed hurried away. Only after her presence had faded did his breathing relax slightly.

He tilted his head back slightly, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried desperately to suppress a certain reaction.

But he couldn’t suppress it.

Around her, he had zero self-control.

Annoyed with himself, he walked directly under the showerhead, turned the water to cold, and let it douse him.

’This should cool me down quickly, so she won’t see.’

’Otherwise, she’d definitely walk out and leave me here.’

When Chloe Reed returned, she found him standing under the shower. She gasped and rushed over to pull him out.

She was frantic, but the words of rebuke wouldn’t come. Instead, she just slapped him on the shoulder!

’He was even using cold water!’

’Is he trying to piss me off?!’

Walker Grant’s voice was a bit hoarse as he said, "I don’t want you to leave."

The out-of-the-blue remark stunned Chloe Reed. Puzzled, she pulled out her phone and typed, "I didn’t say I was leaving."

"You did."

Walker Grant lowered his head slightly. Chloe’s gaze instinctively followed his, dropping downward.

Blood rushed to her head, and her cheeks instantly turned red!

’She hadn’t even done anything to him, yet he was already having such a big reaction!’

’Is there any way this shower is going to happen now?!’

"Chloe."

As if he knew exactly what she was thinking, Walker Grant said in a husky voice, "I tried, but I can’t help it. The moment I think of you, I lose control."

Chloe Reed: "..."