Eleanor Winslow felt the bathroom was a bit hot, and tossed him a towel: "Have so sha!"
"I won’t shower, you don’t mind?" Adrian Grant wrapped the towel around his waist, his beautiful rmaid line disappearing into the towel, extra sexy.
"You sleep your way, I’ll sleep mine, why would I mind you?"
Adrian leaned against the door fra, arms crossed, leisurely looking at Eleanor and said: "I’m a patient, so you’re letting continue sleeping on the sofa?"
Eleanor felt this was indeed unethical, pointed to her own nose, and said generously: "I’ll sleep on the sofa."
"Then will you give a towel to wipe?" Adrian seed to have lost his mory, completely forgetting they were discussing divorce two hours ago.
Eleanor walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and tossed it to him: "Aren’t your hands fine? Wipe yourself, and don’t dirty my bed!"
The word ’dirty’ made Adrian’s eyebrow twitch.
Eleanor unfortunately saw his subtle expression, instantly thought of sothing, and glared at him fiercely.
Adrian laughed: "What are you glaring at for?"
Eleanor remained expressionless: "You tell why I’m glaring at you."
The man shrugged: "Young lady, are you overthinking this?"
Eleanor slamd the door and left.
Don’t speak with shaless people!
Especially shaless n!
The sofa was spacious, Adrian, tall and long-legged, felt cramped lying here, but Eleanor could even roll over comfortably.
The bedroom door reopened from inside.
Adrian was still the sa as before, towel loosely around his waist, pink in color, Eleanor’s towel.
"Co back to the bed, I won’t touch you." Adrian said.
Eleanor didn’t accept his goodwill, nor did she believe the man’s lies.
"Adrian Grant, this is my ho, if you don’t comply with my arrangents, imdiately go back to your own villa, and sleep wherever you want!"
"..."
After knowing each other for so many years, Adrian had seen Eleanor’s spoiled side, also seen her shaless side, but never seen her order him so righteously.
Adrian found it refreshing and nodded, rare for him to follow Eleanor’s arrangent.
"Don’t carry away in the middle of the night." Eleanor warned again.
Just intending to do so, Adrian: "..."
...
The quilt was full of Eleanor’s scent.
Lying on the bed, Adrian was in a state of excitent both physically and ntally.
This was simply a punishnt for him.
Yet, he didn’t want to pull off the quilt, even couldn’t resist burying his face in it, taking deep breaths, giving him the illusion of being buried in Eleanor’s embrace.
After recovering from a serious illness, his body was still sowhat weak, but Adrian couldn’t sleep, his brain kept projecting scenes he couldn’t achieve now.
The more he thought, the more energetic he beca.
Who knows how long passed before Adrian got up again and quietly opened the bedroom door.
Only the floor lamp illuminated the living room, its warm yellow light concealing the woman’s small silhouette in the shadow of the sofa.
The indoor heating was on, she was wrapped in a thin cashre blanket, the black blanket outlined her graceful body lines. Long hair covered half her face, making her unadorned cheeks appear even more fair and rosy.
Beautiful like a rich oil painting.
Adrian sat down on the nearby single sofa, lost in thought.
He stared and stared, couldn’t resist kissing her forehead, then her cheek.
He would not divorce.
It’s best to handle kind people with principles, even if he has to resort to favors!
In so sense, he sowhat had to thank Vincent Preston’s kidnapping!
-
Early morning, Charles Rhodes arrived with a neatly pressed suit to pick up Adrian.
"President Grant, today you need to first visit the finance society for an exclusive interview. This was arranged last month and has already been postponed once due to your recovery."
Implication being it’s not good to reschedule again.
Adrian looked at Eleanor: "You’re coming with ."
Eleanor was drinking milk, looked over in confusion, her face clearly expressing: Why should I go with you?
"Vincent Preston hasn’t been sentenced yet, the Preston Family is a factor not controllable," Adrian said, "Eleanor, I’m worried about you being alone."
"I went to the company alone yesterday and ca back safe and sound."
Although Adrian used the lifeboat favor to stay here, Eleanor didn’t want to interact too much, planning to find another chance to discuss divorce in a few days.
"The person interviewing is Mia Winslow." Adrian said.
With an indifferent expression, Eleanor couldn’t care less what relationship he had with Mia Winslow.
Because Eleanor decided not to pursue, Mia temporarily distanced herself from the kidnapping case, and had just returned to work at the TV station a couple of days ago.
Adrian sighed and asked: "Don’t you want to see her perform?"
-
The atmosphere at the TV station was usually serious, but today it was noisy—
"A bastard child wants to be the pillar, how laughable!"
"A bastard child is just a bastard child, Mia Winslow, how can you claim you changed your surna to Winslow by following your stepfather? Do you know your status is embarrassing?"
"I really sympathize with The Winslow Family’s young lady, being deceived for so many years by her own father and your mother and daughter!"
"Mia Winslow, you want to interview Adrian Grant? I heard he got married, are you planning on following your mom’s footsteps and becoming a mistress or what?"
...
A group of people gathered around, mocking one after another.
Mia’s path was blocked, she wore an elegant and fitting white female suit, her makeup was exquisite, but her expression was extrely unpleasant.
She climbed too fast, blocked too many paths, and invoked many people’s envy, plenty were waiting for an opportunity to strike!
"What nonsense are you all spouting! Fabricating without evidence, I can sue you for slander and libel!" Mia struggled to control her emotions, but her deanor still couldn’t conceal her panic.
How did these people find out this information?
"Who’s spouting nonsense? Everyone knows your so-called stepfather is really your birth father, and your mom joined as the mistress!"
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, so this was the good show Adrian ntioned?
Wasn’t this her setup?
Mia was about to speak when a cool voice intervened: "Sister, are you working today?"
Everyone followed the voice to look—
A beautiful woman, without makeup, was smiling at them, tilting her head slightly, elegance combined with playfulness.
"Sister?" Soone keenly caught the title.
Eleanor looked at that person and replied: "Ah, Mia Winslow is the sister brought in by my stepmother."
"You’re The Winslow Family’s young lady?"
"She calls her sister? The original wife’s child is actually younger than Mia Winslow? My heavens!"
Everyone was shocked, chaos ensued.
"Miss Winslow, and Mr. Grant..." Soone recognized Adrian standing beside Eleanor, couldn’t resist asking.
The man’s handso features and outstanding temperant were eye-catching, standing with Eleanor, they ford a pair of noble figures.
Eleanor smiled slightly and introduced: "He, at the mont, is my husband."
Originally, Adrian brought Eleanor to make people aware of their relationship.
Yet, Eleanor added ’at the mont’!
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