Chapter 915: So That’s Why You Are So Brazen

Listening to his words, Chloe Reed fell silent. Her long eyelashes fluttered down, masking the shifting emotions in her clear eyes.

He had been truly good to her, but his deception was just as real, and the pain he had caused even more so. She never denied that they had once loved each other—but that was all it was: a thing of the past. Too much had happened for them to continue. Countless lies and injuries had carved an unbridgeable chasm between them, and even now, he was still lying to her.

Constantly staying on guard against external threats while trying to guess what else Walker Grant was hiding from her was exhausting. She was already trying so hard just to survive; she really couldn’t handle anything more.

Pushing the thoughts aside, she raised her gaze and looked at him with absolute calm. "I came to you because I’ve made up my mind. He and I must get a divorce."

"Alright." Preston Vance nodded, his eyes warm yet solemn. "Then let’s discuss our next steps."

Chloe gave a faint nod. "Okay."

Fiona Linton hugged a throw pillow to her chest, her expression complicated as she watched Walker slowly pace around the villa.

He was familiarizing himself with the layout.

He hadn’t stopped moving since Chloe left. There had certainly been bumps and collisions at first, but his pain tolerance had always been exceptionally high. At most, he would simply frown without showing any other reaction.

Still, no matter how much he needed to learn the terrain, there was no reason to go nearly ten hours a day without resting. Was he trying to cover himself in bruises just so Chloe would feel sorry for him when she came back?

Fiona let out a heavy sigh, having lost count of how many times she had done so.

Walker reached out to feel the entryway cabinet. Catching the sound of her sigh, he turned his face slightly in her direction and spoke in a perfectly even tone. "Are you tired? You can go rest in your room."

"I’m not tired," Fiona replied. "I’m tired just from watching you."

"I’m not tired either," Walker said.

Fiona stared at him with a conflicted gaze. "Seriously, can you tell me what’s actually going through your head? Why do you absolutely refuse to divorce her?"

Walker continued his slow exploration. The path from the door to the sofa was already etched into his mind; at the very least, he wouldn’t veer off course or bump into anything along that short stretch.

"When she was pursuing me," he said, his voice entirely tranquil, "I told her we would be together for a lifetime."

Fiona blinked in surprise. "Chloe pursued you?"

A handsome curve touched the corners of Walker’s usually impassive lips. As he recalled the events of over eight years ago, his sharp features softened. "Yes, she chased after me. She used to wait for me downstairs outside the boys’ dorms and even had people deliver love letters to me."

Fiona was utterly speechless. She simply couldn’t believe Chloe was capable of doing something like that. Just how bright and passionate of a girl must she have been? That sounded nothing like the Chloe of today! The woman she knew now was melancholy and quiet, her brow forever tinged with a faint, detached coldness. Through Walker’s description, it was as if Fiona were looking at a completely different soul.

After a long silence, Fiona suddenly asked, "Then how did you manage to lose a girl who loved you so fiercely?"

Walker fell silent. The atmosphere in the living room quieted down, a heavy stagnation permeating the air.

"I made too many mistakes," he finally said, just when Fiona thought he wasn’t going to answer.

"Were you so certain she would love you forever," Fiona asked, "that you felt you could act with such reckless disregard?"