Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

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.

traced the final stroke, Walker clasped her hand. His voice was tinged with hoarseness, his tone low as he said,

her terms: a temporary truce,

was

him feeling overwhelmingly content and warm. The moment he came home and

why he couldn’t

his mindset was the

her for

about the

away the chill until they were warm in

said, "It’s late. You should go get

palm, letting him know she

then did Walker release her

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.

upon the room, he strained his ears but still couldn’t hear any

other sounds in the entire room

the hospital bed slowly. He hadn’t been lying to her—his eyes were in excruciating

at his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to dig them

out, fumbled for the call button,

"Mr. Grant, what’s wrong?"