Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Chapter 499: You Asked for It

Walker Grant’s heavy breaths washed over her. He had torn off her nightgown and tossed it directly under the bed.

His large hand gripped her waist, the force a little too strong. The imprints of his fingers quickly appeared on her fair skin.

"Chloe Reed, you brought this on yourself."

"..."

A night of entanglement.

Afterward, Walker Grant carried her to the shower, applied her face cream and body lotion, then held her as they went to sleep.

The next afternoon, Chloe Reed and Walker Grant went to see Miles Hawthorne again.

He had wasted away to skin and bones, but he was still alive.

Since they hadn’t gotten anything out of him, Walker Grant wasn’t about to let him die.

His eyes were downcast and his breathing was faint as he hung suspended in mid-air. The room was thick with the smell of blood.

Reed held a handgun, practicing her

Miles Hawthorne remained silent.

watching, waiting for the right

your grave, or are you going to save

his voice extremely hoarse as he spoke, "You’ve been in

eyebrow slightly. "That’s right. He’s already

to

Hawthorne said hoarsely, "Just let me see him, and I’ll tell you everything

Walker Grant chuckled. "Fine."

Reed’s hand. "Come

basement, she asked, "Are you really having Sean

"If they

Reed didn’t quite understand him. "Can you please be

Grant said, "You’ll know

into the basement, he had his men give Sean a strip-search—the kind that checks everything, inside and

Miller protested, but it was

Hawthorne’s predicament; Miles had

his glasses, his face grim, and asked, "Are you

an eyebrow, his eyes landing on the man’s glasses. "I quite like your glasses,"

"You!"