Eleanor returned to school to make the final preparations for the debate at the end of the month, mainly gathering various materials and conducting qualification reviews. During this time, Delia Sullivan looked at Julian Jacobs romantically several times, but Julian didn’t notice her at all. In the end, she could only look angrily at Eleanor, who had "stolen" Julian away. "Senior," Eleanor approached Julian, discreetly lifting her chin towards Delia Sullivan’s direction and whispering gossipingly, "I think Delia Sullivan likes you." The scent of a young girl suddenly wafted into his nostrils, causing Julian’s body to involuntarily tense up, and even his heart seemed to skip a beat before quickly returning to normal. "Oh?" He wasn’t interested in looking in Delia’s direction at all, but he cooperated with Eleanor’s conversation, "I’m not sure." Eleanor didn’t get the chance to spill more gossip when Julian lowered his gaze to her pretty almond-shaped eyes and said, "I don’t like her." Eleanor felt a little disappointed, "Okay then." Julian found her cute, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. "I went abroad recently and brought you a little gift." Julian retrieved a bracelet from his coat pocket. The bracelet was made up of various colored gemstones, with a small platinum cube the size of a fingernail inserted in the middle. Eleanor’s eyes were drawn to the small cube, and she accepted it subconsciously, examining it closely—it was engraved with repeated Sanskrit. "Senior, do you also believe in Buddhism?" Eleanor’s eyes trembled slightly, filled with incredible joy. "Also?" Seeing that she liked it, Julian took the bracelet and put it on Eleanor, asking, "You believe in Buddhism?" Eleanor shook her head. Julian understood; probably her elders at home believed in Buddhism, which was common. "I don’t really believe in Buddhism, but after undergoing a heart transplant surgery, I casually read some Buddhist scriptures during my recovery period and found Buddhist philosophy quite interesting." Eleanor’s eyes couldn’t move away from the Sanskrit on the bracelet, and her heart started pounding. Jonah Grant liked to study Buddhism before he passed away. He once said that if given the chance, he would visit various temples abroad to find the best glass, amber, agate, coral, and pearls to string a bracelet for her—not because it would bring good luck, but because it would be particularly special and beautiful. And now, the person with Jonah Grant’s heart has fulfilled Jonah’s idea before he passed away. Is this... just a coincidence? Eleanor inadvertently looked up at Julian Jacobs, trying to see more of Jonah Grant’s shadow in him. "Eleanor, do you like it?" Julian, out of habit, had a smile on his face, but at this moment, it was easy to see the anticipation in his eyes. Read complete versıon only at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 "Isn’t this too extravagant?" "It’s not like it’s diamonds or rubies; I was worried you might refuse." Julian half-jokingly said. "Why would I refuse?" Eleanor immediately stopped talking, touching the bracelet, and nodding very certainly, with a few touches of excitement in her voice, "I really like it! Thank you, Senior!" Delia Sullivan watched from the side for a while, found Eleanor’s smile truly dazzling, and directly came over to interrupt them. "Student Winslow, have you been preparing well for the debate these days?" Delia Sullivan’s face was unfriendly, "Our school has always won first place in past competitions. This time, there’s a strong competitor; don’t embarrass our school because of you!" Eleanor keenly caught the keyword: "Strong competitor? Zoe Nash?" "You actually know?" Delia Sullivan was a bit surprised, snorted, "Zoe Nash is the genius girl among Europe’s Chinese expatriates, winning awards left and right since she was a child. At fifteen, she held her own violin concert, at sixteen she joined the Paris debutante ball, unlike some people!" Julian heard the hostility and sarcasm in Delia’s tone, and glanced coolly away: "Student Sullivan, what are you trying to say?" "I... I wasn’t trying to say anything." Delia begrudgingly held back her words due to her affection for Julian. "Knock, knock, knock!" The knocking interrupted everyone’s thoughts. "Do you need something?" A male student from the debate team was at the door. The man standing at the door was handsome and distinguished, with a proud coldness, his gaze on Eleanor, "I’m looking for my wife, Eleanor." The male student was dumbfounded, "Wife... wife... wife... Eleanor, your hus... someone is looking for you!" He found the word "husband" a bit scorching. Eleanor, with her back to the door, turned her head and saw Adrian Grant standing at the door wearing a black wool coat. Underneath the coat was his usual suit and trousers, which looked out of place on campus. Julian saw Adrian Grant, lowered his eyes, quickly suppressing the displeasure in his eyes. "Why did you come?" Eleanor frowned and walked over, trying to use her body to block others’ view of Adrian Grant, but the man was too tall, rendering her efforts futile. Students passing by the activity room also kept looking at Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant, however, didn’t care at all, as if he hadn’t noticed others’ gazes, and asked Eleanor, "Expected to finish when?" Eleanor’s expression wasn’t very good, but she tried hard to control it, lowering her voice, "No, I still have an appointment later." Adrian Grant’s presence here was like a spotlight, and she didn’t want to be the topic of others’ dull university lives. Adrian Grant raised his eyes, his gaze crossed Eleanor’s shoulder, and looked at Julian Jacobs behind her, asking, "Mind if there’s one more family member?" Adrian Grant’s posture of being impervious to reason made Eleanor feel exasperated. She turned, very apologetically speaking to Julian and the others, "Sorry, everyone, I have a matter to attend to later, can’t join you for dinner..." Eleanor didn’t want to argue more with Adrian Grant outside, eager to get him out of there! "You, you’re that handsome guy at Eleanor’s direct Ph.D. rebuttal meeting last time!" The male student recognized Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant glanced at him, nodded acknowledgingly. He took Eleanor’s canvas bag, his gaze swept over the other debate team members, finally landing on Julian Jacobs, "You guys go eat, I’ll cover the bill." Julian Jacobs’ gaze was cold, "No need." Two men faced each other, silent smoke rising, undercurrents surging. "Holy crap" After Eleanor left, the male student exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be Prodigy Winslow is married? That man just claimed to be her husband!" "How’s that possible, who gets married before graduating undergrad? Probably just her boyfriend, I call myself my girlfriend’s husband too!" Someone nearby said. "Senior, I told you Eleanor wasn’t single, she has someone..." Delia Sullivan looked at Julian Jacobs, her voice trailing off in the second half. Because Julian Jacobs’ gaze was colder than ever before, as if he wasn’t looking at a living being. Delia Sullivan didn’t dare speak anymore. Originally thinking Julian Jacobs would argue a bit for Eleanor, instead he nodded slightly to the other two, and directly left, showing no interest in socializing with anyone other than Eleanor. Adrian Grant lowered his gaze, looking at Eleanor’s small hand holding his wrist, uncharacteristically obediently following her pace. She walked quickly, but the man behind her, with his tall stature and long legs, could easily keep up at a leisurely pace with his two steps for every three of hers. "Mrs. Grant, am I something to be hidden?" "I don’t want to be the center of gossip." Last time she took Adrian Grant to the snack street and was seen by classmates, it had already sparked a round of gossiping. "Oh." Adrian Grant said very insincerely, "Then you tell them I’m your kept man."