Looking at her indifferent expression, Walker Grant’s thin lips moved, but for a long moment, he couldn’t say a word.

Chloe Reed turned and opened the door.

She felt a tug from behind. Turning her head slightly, she saw that he had grabbed her clothes and was pulling on them gently.

"My wound really hurts. Can you help me treat it?"

His voice was a few shades deeper as he looked down slightly. For a moment, his tall frame actually conveyed a sense of loneliness and sorrow.

The room was brightly lit. The man had taken off his shirt, and the wounds on his chest and back were indeed bleeding slightly, but his condition was still stable.

Chloe Reed first cleaned the blood from his skin before re-dressing and bandaging his wounds.

She didn’t say a single word the entire time. Once she was done, she turned and left the room.

Walker Grant watched her leave, a profound loneliness flashing in his eyes. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

...

The old woman had taken a nap and her emotions had stabilized, but she looked as if she had aged several years.

Chloe’s heart ached for her.

Those things Susan Bowman said must have upset her grandmother.

Chloe helped her grandmother to the dining table. "I had the housekeeper make your favorite dishes, Grandma. Let’s eat up."

The old woman nodded. "Alright. Oh, where’s Walker Grant?"

Chloe said, "He’s in his room."

Her grandmother gave her a surprised look. "You’re letting him stay here?"

Chloe’s eyes flickered. "I’m the reason he’s injured. I have to take responsibility and look after him until he’s recovered."

Her grandmother smiled. "Then go call him for dinner. Letting him go hungry is a poor way of looking after someone, don’t you think?"

"Oh."

Chloe was reluctant, but she didn’t want to make a scene.

She walked over and knocked on his door.

But after knocking for a long time with no response, she opened the door, puzzled. The room was pitch-black with the curtains drawn tight. She could just make out a vague shape on the bed.

"Walker?"

Chloe moved closer, calling his name.

But the man on the bed didn’t respond.

She stepped even closer and nudged him with her hand, but he still didn’t react.

Her heart sank. She flipped on the light and took a closer look at his face. It was an unnatural, flushed red, and his brows were tightly furrowed. He looked to be in great discomfort.

She reached out and touched his forehead. It was burning hot!

He had a fever!

Chloe turned, left the room, and found the first-aid kit.

Seeing this, her grandmother asked, "What’s wrong?"

Chloe said, "He has a fever and is unconscious. I called his name, but he’s not responding."

Surprised, the old woman got up and came over while Chloe took his temperature with a thermometer.

The old woman touched his forehead and immediately said, "Call an ambulance, or find someone to take him to the hospital. A fever this high will cause problems if it continues. The last time, he was the one who brought you to the hospital. You being unconscious was terrifying."

Chloe was looking at the thermometer. She froze when she heard that. "Last time?"

Her mind flashed back to the last time she was sick. ’I was so groggy... I drank some nice, warm water and thought I was dreaming.’

’So he came over that night?’

"That’s right." Her grandmother nodded. "Last time, when you had a fever and were unconscious, the IV drip brought it down at first, but it came back in the middle of the night. We were terrified. That’s when he showed up. He gave you some medicine first, then took you to the hospital. That’s why you got better."

Chloe tightened her grip on the thermometer. "Then why didn’t you tell me afterward?"

"He told me not to."