Chapter 753: He’s Thick-Skinned
"You’re worried about me?"
Walker Grant ignored the first part of what she said, seizing on what he considered the main point.
"You’ve been worried about me this whole time?"
Chloe Reed: "..."
He tilted his head slightly, his expression so earnest that for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
’This man’s brain is filled with nothing but romance.’
’Right now, if I try to reason with him, he definitely won’t listen. I’ll probably have to coax him.’
A determined glint flashed in Chloe Reed’s eyes. She quickly typed, "Yes, I’m always worried about you. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt, that your eyes will hurt, that you’ll never recover. What will you do with your life? You’re the president of the Grant Group; you’d never be content with being useless. Besides, you said you’d protect me, but you can’t see. How are you going to protect me?"
The electronic female voice recited her words, cold and emotionless.
But Walker Grant could almost picture her saying those words. Her expression would be so animated. She was already beautiful, but when she was angry, she was as vibrant and vivid as a red rose in full, passionate bloom.
’He suddenly missed her so much.’
’He longed to see her again.’
All this time, he had secretly thought, ’Let’s just leave it like this. A whole lifetime like this, with her always by my side... that wouldn’t be so bad.’
But now, his mind had changed.
He wanted to see her, to capture the emotions on her face, to gaze at her beautiful features, to watch her look so bright and full of life.
The desire had never been this strong.
Walker Grant lowered his head slightly, fumbling for her hand before grasping it. "Then will you give me a kiss?" he asked in a low voice.
’He was pushing his luck again.’
’But what choice did he have?’
’He had to seize every opportunity to push his luck. If he let up even a little, she would drift far away from him.’
’So, let her curse him. He was thick-skinned; it didn’t matter.’
Chloe Reed furiously typed out a long reply, never expecting to get an answer like that from him.
Her lovely eyebrows furrowed. She quickly typed, "Are you going to let the doctor look or not?"
"Mm, if you kiss me, I’ll let him."
Chloe Reed: "..."
’The absolute height of shamelessness!’
Chloe Reed put down her phone, took a step closer to him, and, quite annoyed, leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
She had only intended to get it over with, but who would have known that, like a hunter waiting for his prey to fall into a trap, he would precisely lock his arm around her waist. His other hand cupped her face as he forcefully pursued her lips.
His kiss was heavy, his hot breath tangling with hers. He pried her lips open, his tongue sweeping masterfully over every soft part of her mouth.
He kissed her again and again, as if he were drawing oxygen from her body.
It was as if without her, he would suffocate and die.
Chloe Reed felt that intense emotion, as thick and inescapable as ink, and for a moment, she didn’t react at all.
The kiss, which had started out somewhat domineering and fierce, gradually softened into a gentle caress, tinged with a hint of caution.
Finally, he kissed the corner of her mouth and asked in a low, husky voice, "Chloe, are you angry?"
’Why isn’t she reacting?’
’Whether it’s resistance or reciprocation, why is there no reaction at all?’
He couldn’t see her, so he didn’t know what kind of expression she was wearing.
But he thought, ’If she’s angry or upset because of this kiss, then it’s my fault.’
’He really... pushed his luck too far.’