Our Anniversary, You Chose Her – I Chose Divorce

Chloe Reed, who was standing to the side, flinched at the comment. ”I think they’re doing okay,” she said. ”They’re probably just shy and too embarrassed to act out.”

With that, she got up and walked over. While pretending to adjust Iris Yates’s hair, she whispered, ”The two of you need to make it look more real, more natural. Claire just said you guys look incredibly fake.”

Iris Yates’s pupils constricted at her words. She whispered, ”But what can I do? The second he gets near me, I just want to slap him. I can’t control myself.”

Nathaniel Monroe said, ”...You’d better get it under control. If my sister finds out, my whole family will know. This entire plan will go up in smoke. Do you want to get dragged away by William Quinn? If he takes you, you’ll never be able to come back.”

Iris Yates: ”!!!”

She was terrified!

She shot him a glare, then squeezed her eyes shut and looped her arm through his.

Chloe Reed said, ”Relax. Just pretend you’re filming a scene. There are so many people around. Nothing’s going to happen.”

”Okay, fine. I’ll try!”

Iris Yates gave herself a silent pep talk.

Seeing her expression of someone marching to their execution, the corner of Nathaniel Monroe’s mouth twitched. ’Is marrying me really that agonizing?’

’I’ve never mistreated her, have I?’

’So why does she despise me so much?’

He pushed his thoughts aside and moved closer, following the photographer’s instructions to kiss her on the forehead.

Both of them were extremely tense, their palms slick with sweat.

Fortunately, the results were much better than before.

Chloe Reed felt a small sense of relief watching the scene, but other thoughts quickly surfaced.

She couldn’t help but wonder, ’Is this really the right thing to do?’

...

After a full afternoon of shooting, Iris Yates was so exhausted she fell asleep the moment she got into the car.

The group ate dinner together, after which Claire Monroe headed straight for Chloe Reed’s car.

In the car, Chloe Reed dialed Walker Grant’s number.

It rang three times before he picked up.

”Hello?”

The man’s low, unhurried voice came through the phone.

Chloe Reed said, ”Claire’s here in the car with me. We can head over now.”

Walker Grant raised an eyebrow slightly, then asked, ”Have you two eaten?”

”We’ve already eaten,” Chloe Reed said.

”But I haven’t,” Walker Grant said. ”I’ll text you the address. Come meet me there.”

With that, he hung up.

Chloe Reed’s brows knitted together. ’Couldn’t he wait to eat until after we’ve dealt with this?’

’Or get his food to go and eat it at the villa?’

’This man is so high-maintenance!’

She grumbled to herself before saying to Claire Monroe, ”We have to go over and wait for him to finish dinner.”

Claire Monroe nodded. ”Sure, that’s fine.”

「Private Dining Room at the Restaurant」

They pushed open the door and entered to find Walker Grant sitting inside by himself.

Claire Monroe clicked her tongue. ”You ordered all these dishes just to eat by yourself? What a waste.”

”If it bothers you that much, feel free to sit down and join me,” Walker Grant said.

His gaze landed on Chloe Reed’s face, and he scanned her carefully from head to toe. Only after confirming that she was unharmed did he look away.

Claire Monroe pulled out a chair and sat down, shaking her head. ”I already ate. I couldn’t possibly eat another bite.”

Walker Grant looked at Chloe Reed. ”Want some soup? It’s really good here.”

Chloe Reed sat down as well and shook her head. ”No.”

But Walker Grant had already ladled a bowl of soup for her. ”He came to see me today,” he said nonchalantly. ”Told me he saw his ’first night girl’.”

Chloe Reed’s head snapped up to look at him.

”What’s a ’first night girl’?” Claire Monroe, sitting beside her, was immediately intrigued and asked in confusion.