Chapter 907: Is the Mysterious Person Walker Grant?

The next day, Walker Grant returned.

He was no longer wrapped in white bandages. Instead, he wore dark sunglasses and was guided inside by a bodyguard.

Chloe Reed was just coming downstairs. Seeing him enter, her footsteps faltered. Her hand, resting on the banister, tightened instinctively. Her gaze swept over him. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly half a month. Had he lost some weight? His posture, however, was as straight and proud as ever. Even though he couldn’t see, his presence remained as imposing and icy as always.

Chloe zoned out for a moment. Why did he feel so similar to the man she bumped into last night?

"Was the man from last night Walker?" she wondered. "How could that be? His eyes haven’t healed yet, and he wasn’t even in Breyburn, so it absolutely couldn’t be him."

She couldn’t help but think, "I must be losing my mind, actually confusing the two of them."

Reining in her thoughts, she walked down the remaining stairs. "Walker, you’re back just in time," she said. "Let’s talk about our situation."

The bodyguard gave Chloe a slight nod, then turned and left the living room.

She stared directly at the sunglasses hiding his eyes, her tone perfectly flat.

Walker, however, replied, "I just got back and I’m a bit hungry. Let’s wait until I’ve eaten." Relying on his memory, he began walking toward the dining room.

Chloe instinctively stepped forward to support his arm. It wasn’t until they had taken two steps that she realized what she was doing. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she tried to pull her hand back.

"Thank you."

At that exact moment, he turned his head slightly toward her and offered a gentle thanks.

Now feeling awkward about withdrawing her hand, Chloe gently pressed her lips together and guided him into the dining room. After they washed their hands, they sat down at the table.

Fiona Linton wasn’t fully awake yet. She was massaging her temples, trying to wake herself up, when she heard the noise and glanced over. "Oh? Mr. Grant finally deigned to return?"

Walker’s tone was indifferent. "I was afraid you both would miss me too much, so I came back."

Fiona clicked her tongue, a look of pure disgust on her face. "I thought you were hiding out because you were too scared to face certain impending realities."

Walker didn’t bother answering her. He just picked up his spoon and started eating his porridge.

Fiona began to eat as well, but quickly asked, "Should I make myself scarce in a bit?"

Chloe shot her a helpless look. "No need. It’s not that serious."

"I’m just afraid of getting caught in the crossfire," Fiona said.

"No one is going to catch you in any crossfire," Chloe promised. "I’ll protect you, don’t worry."

Fiona grinned, her eyes turning into little crescents, and flashed her a finger heart. Chloe was rendered speechless.

Walker ate very slowly. His movements were elegant as he methodically chewed every bite, but even the longest meal had to end eventually. Setting down his chopsticks, he said, "Could you hand me a napkin, please? Thank you."

Chloe passed him a napkin, her brows knitting together slightly. She could feel his emotional distance.

She lowered her eyes. "Perhaps he’s already made up his mind about the divorce," she thought to herself, "and is just establishing his stance in advance. That’s fine. At least we can keep this dignified."

Chloe watched him unhurriedly wipe the corners of his mouth before finally saying, "I left the paperwork in your study. Shall we go upstairs to talk?"

Walker nodded and extended a hand toward her. "I’ll have to trouble you, then. Thank you."

Looking at his elegant, long-fingered hand, Chloe’s frown deepened. For some inexplicable reason, she felt a sudden twinge of unease.