Chapter 633: I’d Rather You Write on My Body

Chloe Reed’s red lips tightened, and she gave her fingers a slight wiggle.

Only then did Walker Grant release her hand.

She wrote on his palm: "Don’t you yell at Daniel. I’m the one who told him to do it. He’s my bodyguard, so of course he does what I say. If you yell at him again, I’m leaving."

The last stroke had barely been traced when Walker Grant gripped her hand again.

His voice was tinged with a hint of resignation. "Alright, I’ll listen to you."

Then, he turned to Daniel, his tone turning cold. "You’re her bodyguard. Your job is to protect her. If anything like this happens again, her safety is your number one priority!"

"Yeah, okay, okay, I get it." Daniel nodded repeatedly. "You have no idea, I actually regret it too. Ugh... Why did I listen to her? I’m just a softie. I can’t stand to see her upset."

Walker Grant’s tone was icy. "Is there anything else?"

Daniel froze for a second, then said, "Nope, nothing."

But he didn’t get up.

Walker Grant’s expression darkened.

’Strange.’

gauze, he’s sitting on a hospital bed in a patient gown, and his face is pale and sickly...

and instinctively stood up. He glanced between them, and

’Tsk...’

I’m in

what a

blind, he has the perfect excuse

Walker Grant a contemptuous look and said, "Alright then, Chloe, I’ll head out. Just

nodded at

room opened and closed, and silence fell over

her hand away and started fiddling with

and asked,

him but didn’t

a sea of black, and

knew if he asked too many questions, he would only annoy

forced himself to be patient. The room fell quiet, so

a keyboard

listened intently, but he couldn’t make anything

a while, a robotic, electronic female voice

"Walker Grant."

"Hmm?"

his head slightly

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