Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Eye Pain
Just as he was about to pull his hand back, a small, cool hand clasped his fingers.
Walker’s breath hitched.
Then, her other hand took his, turning his palm upward. Cool fingertips landed in its center and began to trace words, one stroke at a time.
"Walker, things were fine the way they were before. We shouldn’t expect too much from each other. I won’t leave before your eyes have recovered."
Chloe Reed gazed at his handsome yet pale face, her expression utterly sincere. It was just a shame Walker couldn’t see it.
Recalling the scene from moments ago—how his fingers had trembled as he pulled them back—Chloe felt an indescribable ache in her heart.
When she thought about it, he really had sacrificed a lot for her. He was genuinely trying to make up for his past mistakes.
He was showing his sincerity, and she could see it.
But she couldn’t let it go. Every time she saw him, she couldn’t help but remember everything that had happened. Every night she had spent breaking down, the memory of that heart-wrenching pain was still fresh.
Therefore, the most she could do was take care of him while he was blind. Once he recovered, she would still choose to leave.
The moment her finger traced the final stroke, Walker clasped her hand. His voice was tinged with hoarseness, his tone low as he said, "Alright."
He agreed to her terms: a temporary truce, just like before.
But he was simply too greedy.
The days she spent by his side left him feeling overwhelmingly content and warm. The moment he came home and saw her, his chest would feel full to bursting.
That was why he couldn’t let go.
And now, his mindset was the same as it had been before.
’Agree with her for now.’
’He would worry about the future when it came.’
He held her hands, gradually chasing away the chill until they were warm in his grasp.
Then, he said, "It’s late. You should go get some rest."
Chloe tapped his palm, letting him know she understood.
Only then did Walker release her hand.
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor reached him. Walker remained facing the direction Chloe had been in, listening as her faint footsteps receded. The hospital room door opened, then closed.
Once silence had completely descended upon the room, he strained his ears but still couldn’t hear any sound from Chloe.
There were no other sounds in the entire room besides his own breathing.
Walker lay back down on the hospital bed slowly. He hadn’t been lying to her—his eyes were in excruciating pain.
It felt as if something were gnawing at his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to dig them out to relieve the pain.
He reached out, fumbled for the call button, and pressed it, summoning the nurse.
"Mr. Grant, what’s wrong?"
the nurse asked with concern. His bodyguard was also at his side, his face etched with worry and tension.
Walker asked in a raspy voice, "Do you have any painkillers?"
The nurse asked, puzzled, "Is it your wound that’s hurting? Let me check if it has opened up."
"I want painkillers."
Walker’s tone grew colder and more imperious. "Get them!"
The nurse was taken aback by his imposing aura. She took two steps back and left to find the doctor without another word.
She needed a doctor’s order before she could retrieve the medication.
Seeing this, the bodyguard spoke up. "Mr. Grant, should I go get your wife?"
Walker pressed his temples and said in a raspy voice, "Don’t get her. Let her rest."
’Since she’s already promised she won’t be leaving for a while, there’s no need for me to play pitiful or resort to cheap tricks.’
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