Eleanor Winslow felt the bathroom was a bit hot, and tossed him a towel: "Have some shame!" "I won’t shower, you don’t mind?" Adrian Grant wrapped the towel around his waist, his beautiful mermaid 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 frame, arms crossed, leisurely looking at Eleanor and said: "I’m a patient, so you’re letting me 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 me a towel to wipe?" Adrian seemed to have lost his memory, 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 something, and glared at him fiercely. Adrian laughed: "What are you glaring at me for?" Eleanor remained expressionless: "You tell me why I’m glaring at you." The man shrugged: "Young lady, are you overthinking this?" Eleanor slammed the door and left. Don’t speak with shameless people! Especially shameless men! 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 same as before, towel loosely around his waist, pink in color, Eleanor’s towel. "Come 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 home, if you don’t comply with my arrangements, immediately 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 shameless side, but never seen her order him so righteously. Adrian found it refreshing and nodded, rare for him to follow Eleanor’s arrangement. "Don’t carry me 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 excitement both physically and mentally. This was simply a punishment 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 somewhat weak, but Adrian couldn’t sleep, his brain kept projecting scenes he couldn’t achieve now. The more he thought, the more energetic he became. 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 cashmere 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 some sense, he somewhat 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 me." 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 came 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 me 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. Follow current novels on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 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 surname 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 extremely 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 demeanor 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 mentioned? 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?" Someone 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..." Someone recognized Adrian standing beside Eleanor, couldn’t resist asking. The man’s handsome features and outstanding temperament were eye-catching, standing with Eleanor, they formed a pair of noble figures. Eleanor smiled slightly and introduced: "He, at the moment, is my husband." Originally, Adrian brought Eleanor to make people aware of their relationship. Yet, Eleanor added ’at the moment’!