Eleanor froze: "You... you’re okay?" This dog of a man actually deceived her?! The forced calm concern that Eleanor was holding vanished completely. She spoke, rushed to the bedside in a few quick steps, and directly reached out to feel the man’s forehead. Her touch met scorching heat. Eleanor’s icy expression softened slightly, but she frowned in frustration. It would’ve been better if he had just lied to her, at least his body was okay! Eleanor took her hand away from his forehead. As her palm barely lifted away, the man immediately grabbed her hand — in that split second, he even paid attention to avoid her injured hand. "Hoping I’m unwell?" The man’s face was very pale, but his cheeks were unusually flushed. Eleanor felt an abnormal burning heat from his fingers and palm. He was indeed having a fever. A high fever, no less. "Charles said you were feverish and unconscious." Eleanor clarified that she had no such immoral intentions. Adrian Grant was indeed feverish, but not to the point of unconsciousness. Eleanor watched him closely, noticed his barely noticeable eyebrow twitch, and understood. "Alright then, Charles lied to me!" Eleanor resentfully pulled back her hand. A smile flitted across Adrian’s eyes, confidently saying: "You were worried about me, Zia." Eleanor pursed her lips, glaring at him. The man wasn’t at all affected by her negative emotions and even seemed in good spirits. It was as if the high fever had fried his brain cells! "Adrian Grant, whether it’s you or anyone else, because of the injury I suffered, I would care and worry." Eleanor’s attitude was icy. The hospital clearly had doctors. She must have not rested properly, rushing to the hospital in the middle of the night! Thinking of her actions made Eleanor angrier. As her mind relaxed, she couldn’t help but yawn. Seeing this, Adrian patted the empty spot beside him, inviting Eleanor. Eleanor rolled her eyes and sat down on the nearby sofa, playing with her phone, planning to wait until the doctor came to do rounds at dawn to check Adrian’s condition before leaving. Read full story at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Her eyelids began to droop; Eleanor uncontrollably felt sleepy. Just as she was about to drift off, there was a sudden bang on the door. Eleanor jolted awake, her sleepy face turning sour as she looked at the hospital room door. Looking back at the man on the bed, Adrian was glaring coldly at the door as if about to rush over to beat someone up the next second. Patients need rest, especially those with a high fever. What could be so urgent outside? Eleanor stood up, opened the door of the hospital room without hesitation. The middle-aged man outside raised his hand to knock again, only to be stopped by Charles. "Madam, apologies, it was my oversight earlier," Charles apologized. Eleanor didn’t blame Charles. Blocking these people was tough because, essentially, Charles’s status wasn’t as high as these Grant Family elders. "Winslow, we just wanted to check on Adrian, we’re very worried about him," said the middle-aged man. Eleanor glanced at him but ignored him, instructing Charles: "Have the bodyguards guard the door, no one is allowed to approach without my permission." Eleanor’s commanding presence was intimidating as she gave the order with a cold face. Charles immediately complied. In less than a minute, four bodyguards arrived to guard the door. With Eleanor’s command, they didn’t fear offending the elders of the Grant Family. "Eleanor, don’t overdo it!" another uncle protested. Eleanor glanced over the Grant elders before pointing at the slightly open door behind her: "Anyone who wants to see Adrian Grant, speak now, he can hear you. As long as he nods, I won’t stop you." For a moment, everyone looked towards the hospital room. The design of the room only allowed them to see the foot of the bed, not the person lying on it. After a full minute, no one spoke. Eleanor spoke with the door open, and Adrian’s lack of reaction indicated she held confidence! These people dared boss Charles around, dared try pulling strings with Eleanor, but wouldn’t dare cause a fuss in front of Adrian Grant. Eleanor laughed softly, full of sarcasm, "If any of you can’t sleep due to old age, feel free to stay and play, but please, keep quiet — Special Assistant Rhodes, you’ve had a tough time, go and rest." Without waiting for a response, Eleanor retreated back into the room, closing the door. The gathered were frustrated into silence. Hold on, wasn’t Eleanor supposed to be abandoned? When exactly were these two going to divorce! "Mrs. Grant, you’re quite impressive." Adrian Grant looked at Eleanor, half-smiling, watching her move from the doorway to the sofa. "Young Master Grant, got any issues?" Eleanor asked blankly. "No," Adrian praised, "Madam did well." If Eleanor hadn’t acted quickly earlier, he would’ve had Charles kick them out. He didn’t mind having people stand outside, but if their presence disturbed Eleanor’s rest, that was unacceptable. Eleanor was too weary to speak to Adrian, returning to sit on the sofa. Her actions exceeded her initial expectations. She hadn’t planned to exercise her role as Mrs. Grant anymore. Eleanor forced herself not to dwell on her actions or consider what Adrian might think of them. "Why aren’t you happy?" Adrian sharply noticed Eleanor’s mood. Eleanor looked up, "Young Master Grant, patients should rest more, sleep more when feverish." Why are you even awake, talking? Adrian, for once, obediently closed his eyes, turning off the lights but leaving only the bedside light. The room’s light was dim. Gradually relaxing, Eleanor too fell into a sleepy haze. Unconsciously, the woman leaned back on the sofa, resting her head on the armrest, her breathing becoming gentle and steady. Adrian opened his eyes, showing no sign of sleepiness. Silent, he shifted his weight to his uninjured right leg, limping over to gently lift Eleanor horizontally, enduring the pain in his left leg, and placed her gently on the bed. He was about to get on the bed himself but hesitated and changed his mind. He covered the woman with a blanket and looked down at her. Darkness was the best disguise, hiding the obsession in his gaze. When Eleanor woke up, she felt unusually refreshed. She had been sleeping uneasily for a while, but last night was dreamless and restful. Eleanor abruptly felt sharpness return, sitting up in bed. She turned and, to her surprise, saw that Adrian was asleep on the sofa while she, was in his hospital bed! Eleanor immediately got out of bed. As soon as she moved, Adrian woke up. "Why are you sleeping on the sofa? How am I on the bed?" Eleanor asked, bewildered. Adrian’s injured left leg lay flat on the sofa, his right knee bent with the foot on the floor as he sat up. He innocently replied, "I went to the bathroom, and by the time I came back, you’d taken over my bed." "Adrian Grant! I don’t have a sleepwalking problem!" Eleanor immediately checked his leg injury. But as her hand touched the man’s trouser leg, Adrian held her hand: "Mrs. Grant, a reaction in the morning is common, are you sure you want to take off my pants?"