Eleanor Winslow hurriedly arrived at the hospital and pushed open the door of the ward. Inside, one, two, three, four, five, six... people were standing in a circle around the bed, holding documents, seemingly giving a report. Among them were two familiar faces to Eleanor Winslow—the Marketing Director and Legal Affairs Director of the Grant Group. "Miss Winslow?" the Legal Affairs Director asked in surprise, very astutely making way for Eleanor to see Adrian Grant on the bed. The man was reclining on the hospital bed, looking very relaxed while working, with a cold expression, still exuding an elite aura even in hospital attire. How did this seem like someone who just had a life-threatening fall? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Eleanor turned her head back, and there was Lance Lowell leaning against the door frame, at ease, with a smirk on his face. On her way here, Eleanor had actually considered that Lance might have been lying, since Lance’s words were always half-truths. But, just in case, Eleanor still came back. She really wanted to slap herself! "Sorry, wrong room, didn’t mean to disturb," Eleanor said expressionlessly, about to turn and leave. "Eleanor!" Adrian Grant sat up straight. "Miss Winslow!" The Marketing Director reacted quickly, taking a few steps to block Eleanor. "No disturbance at all! We’re almost done with our report! We’ll leave right away!" "Yes, yes, yes!" The other executives echoed repeatedly. Lance Lowell, unafraid of stirring up trouble, added with a laugh, "Sister-in-law, are you going back to continue your date?" Several executives looked shocked, glancing at each other. The fact that Young Master Lowell called her sister-in-law... This law firm intern... is actually the President’s official wife? The Legal Affairs Director looked at Adrian Grant, and after getting a signal from him, swiftly led the group of executives out. "That intern, no, Miss Winslow, really with President Grant... huh?" "Huh, what? Didn’t you see Young Master Lowell’s attitude!" "But didn’t they previously say it was that hostess named Mia Winslow?" "What more is there to say? Pfft, pfft, pfft! This is the real deal!" "Damn! I didn’t boss her around or anything before, did I? I hope not?" "Could this be the legitimate President’s wife? I think President Grant is wearing a ring on his ring finger..." Eleanor wanted to settle scores with Lance Lowell, but as soon as she stepped out, the rascal had already slipped away silently. She now deeply regretted inviting Lance, this troublemaker, to accompany Adrian Grant! "How was lunch?" Adrian Grant asked in a good mood, not even mentioning it was with Julian Jacobs. Eleanor rolled her eyes, "Got tricked away halfway through, what do you think?" "Perfect, then keep me company for dinner." Adrian Grant called for a nurse to bring dinner in. "Not hungry," Eleanor turned her face away, not wanting to engage with him. Adrian Grant wasn’t angry, even cheerfully serving her soup. Seeing Eleanor still ignoring him, Adrian Grant spoke, "Julian Jacobs..." Eleanor looked at him. Adrian Grant felt displeased inside. Tsk, she reacted so strongly just upon hearing Julian Jacobs’ name. "Eleanor, do you care about him that much?" Adrian Grant suppressed his sarcasm. Eleanor nodded instinctively, but then found Adrian Grant’s words odd. She asked puzzled, "What do you mean by care?" "You said before you liked a senior, and now the senior is asking you out, but I disrupted it, does it make you regretful?" Adrian Grant’s questioning grew more and more peculiar. Eleanor wanted to say no, that the Schrodinger’s senior was not Julian Jacobs at all. However, Adrian Grant had already associated Julian Jacobs and the so-called "senior" multiple times, and she had been too lazy to explain before, so now if she denied it looked like she’d been lying on purpose... "Yes." Eleanor couldn’t be bothered to explain. Adrian Grant narrowed his eyes, suddenly lifted his hand, gently caressing Eleanor’s cheek. The action was extremely tender yet carried a hint of danger. Eleanor wanted to back away, but Adrian Grant firmly grasped her chin, leaving her with no way to avoid it. "What a pity!" Adrian Grant leaned closer to her, chuckling softly, his voice low, with an eerie undertone, "You’re Mrs. Grant now, no chances to pick and choose anymore." "Adrian Grant!" Eleanor tried to pull back. This action, however, made Adrian Grant even more displeased, his hand swiftly shifting, cradling the back of her head, as he planted a kiss. Eleanor was startled, her eyes wide open. But she did not resist, allowing Adrian Grant’s actions. Until Eleanor found it difficult to breathe, she reached out to push his chest, yet afraid of not controlling her strength and injuring his fragile body again, dared not exert force. As Adrian Grant released her, he held Eleanor’s hand, looking it over to ensure he hadn’t touched her injury, before raising his eyes to her. Eleanor saw the man’s eyes dark and filled with greed, and more hidden emotions beneath. "Why didn’t you dodge? Suddenly so obedient? Hmm?" To Adrian Grant, this kitty shouldn’t be so compliant. Eleanor steadied her breathing, meeting Adrian’s gaze, speaking with little emotion, "Didn’t you say you like me? Isn’t a little reward satisfying for you?" Every word was like a small hook, tugging at one’s heartstrings. Adrian Grant didn’t know, that such a reward existed. "This also counts as a reward?" Adrian Grant scoffed, unsatisfied, "Zia Winslow, what makes you think I find this perfunctory?" Eleanor raised an eyebrow, retorting, "You allowed Lance Lowell to trick me back, yet I’m not mad at you, isn’t that a reward?" The golden glow of the sunset streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, enveloping Eleanor in a layer of soft gold, as if immersed in infinite tenderness. Adrian Grant chuckled silently, his mood improved somewhat. "Knowing you’d been tricked, yet you still came back." "I must have left my brain at home today," Eleanor cursed herself expressionlessly, her peripheral vision catching a glimpse of something shiny. Her gaze fell on Adrian Grant’s left ring finger, where a simple platinum men’s ring was, and she was surprised, "When did you start wearing a ring?" Inside the ring, her initials were engraved: WY. This was their wedding ring. "When will you put your wedding ring back on?" Adrian Grant, as usual, took control of the conversation. Eleanor instinctively felt her smooth, ring-less finger, where a diamond ring had been for the past three years. Eleanor looked at him frankly, "Not planning to, for now." Adrian Grant’s expression slightly stiffened, a momentary uncontrolled panic inside. Since last night, Eleanor seemed to be more indulgent towards him, but this moment, Eleanor’s refusal to wear the wedding ring back made him realize, this indulgence might just be an illusion. "For the past three years, didn’t you also not wear it?" In times when Eleanor wasn’t around, Adrian Grant actually wore the wedding ring. During the year in the USA, all the senior executives in the USA branch knew— Grant Family’s Crown Prince, married.