Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce novel Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Chapter 607: The Wound is Worsening

’But he had always been an insatiable man. How could a simple, light kiss like that ever be enough?’

He reacted in a flash, cupping the back of her head and crushing his lips against hers.

Chloe Reed: "..."

Her hands were on his shoulders, ready to push him away, but when she felt his trembling breaths, her fingers curled, and she abandoned the thought.

’Forget it.’

’If a kiss could stop his mind from running wild, it was no big deal.’

The kiss was rushed and scorching, as if Walker Grant could never get enough.

However, time was limited, and it didn’t allow him to continue.

He let her go, his thumb brushing over the moisture at the corner of her lips. "I’ll be fine," he said, his voice hoarse. "Don’t worry."

Even though she hadn’t said a single word, he could feel her concern.

’He was indeed fixated on this, because it was the only way he could feel out whether there was still any place for him in her heart.’

’As long as there was—even just a tiny bit—he would be satisfied.’

"..."

The helicopter landed on the edge of the jungle. There was a small town nearby, and the town had a clinic.

Chloe Reed insisted on taking him to the clinic, so Walker Grant didn’t argue any further.

Fortunately, they still had a little time.

At the clinic, the doctor took Walker Grant’s temperature and immediately said, "Are you injured? Take off your clothes so I can have a look."

Hearing this, Chloe Reed immediately looked at him, her fine brows knitting together.

Walker Grant coughed twice and said, "I’m not injured. I just caught a cold and developed a fever."

But the doctor insisted, "Take off your clothes."

Walker Grant: "..."

’He was injured!’

’He was injured last night!’

’But he lied to her!’

Thinking about what she had said to him last night, Chloe Reed’s mind filled with a deafening buzz.

She took two steps back to make way for the doctor, her gaze fixed on Walker Grant’s pale face, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

In the small room, filled with the smell of disinfectant, the doctor began to re-dress Walker Grant’s wound.

However, as the doctor examined the flesh at the edge of the wound, his brow furrowed.

"This is a knife wound, and not a very deep one. It was stitched and disinfected, so it shouldn’t be deteriorating. But why is it? Who did this to you? Did you report it to the police? Did they catch the guy? The weapon wasn’t coated in anything strange, was it?" The doctor’s rapid-fire questions left everyone in the room stunned.

Chloe Reed’s voice trembled. "What do you mean?"

The doctor said, "It could be poison. I can’t be sure. You need to go to a proper hospital. If this gets any worse, he could die."