Chapter 916: Don’t Even Think About It!

She had thought carefully before asking that question. Otherwise, she really couldn’t fathom why two people who had once been so deeply in love were now walking separate paths.

Walker Grant pressed his thin lips into a hard line. Ignoring Fiona Linton, he continued to feel his way forward.

Seeing his silence, Fiona scoffed. "Just as I thought. All men are trash."

If he wanted to leave, let him. She was in no mood to watch him put on a show here. She stood up and went straight back to her room.

It wasn’t until eight o’clock that evening that the roar of a car engine echoed outside. Fiona rushed to the window and peered down. Almost immediately, she spotted Chloe Reed stepping out of a Rolls-Royce Phantom with a bouquet of flowers in her arms.

Preston Vance got out of the car as well. The two stood face-to-face, exchanging quiet words that Fiona couldn’t hear. Then, Chloe turned and walked inside. Preston stood there, watching her back until she disappeared into the foyer, before finally getting back into his car and driving away.

Her face lit up with excitement, Fiona hurried downstairs. Staring at the roses in Chloe’s arms, she couldn’t help but ask, "Wow, what beautiful flowers! Did Mr. Vance give them to you?"

"Yes." Chloe nodded. She handed the bouquet to a maid and instructed, "Please put these in a vase."

"Right away, ma’am," the maid replied.

Fiona linked her arm through Chloe’s, and the two sat down on the sofa. "So, what did you guys do?" she asked curiously. "You’re back so late, you must have had a great time today!"

"We had dinner, watched a movie, went shopping, and did some crafts," Chloe said. "I made this for you." She pulled out a tiny fluid art figurine—a colorful little fish she had specially made for Fiona.

Fiona took it, beaming with delight. "Thanks, bestie! I love it!"

"I’m glad you like it," Chloe said. "I’m exhausted, so I’m going upstairs to rest."

Fiona nodded. "Okay, get some good rest."

Playing with the little fish, Fiona pulled out her phone and snapped a series of photos. She uploaded a nine-photo collage with the caption: "A gift from my bestie!" Likes and comments quickly rolled in, and she hunched over her phone, replying to them one by one.

Chloe went up to the second floor, only to find the master bedroom door wide open. Walker stood there, facing her direction. His handsome features were clouded with dark intensity. Without pausing her steps, Chloe walked right past him, heading straight for the guest room.

"Chloe." The man’s voice came from beside her, suppressing a volatile surge of emotion. "You shouldn’t have done that."

She stopped and looked at him in confusion. "What?"

Walker’s voice was hoarse. "We aren’t divorced yet. You can’t be with other men."

The corners of Chloe’s lips curled up. "Then sign the papers. We get a divorce, and it won’t affect either of us anymore."

Walker felt a surge of anger boil in his chest, and the aura around him grew even more oppressive.

"Are you trying to use this to force me to divorce you?" he hissed, grinding his teeth. "Don’t even think about it!"

Chloe let out a helpless sigh. "I don’t really care. Preston said he doesn’t mind my marital status. He’s just happy to be by my side. If he feels that way, what do I have left to insist on?"

With that, she turned and walked toward the guest room.

However, hurried footsteps sounded from behind her. Chloe had been on guard. She immediately spun around and swatted away Walker’s reaching hand. But Walker was faster. Missing the first time, he went in for a second attempt.

Chloe’s expression turned cold. Refusing to let him grab her, she dodged his grasp with swift, precise movements.