Eleanor Winslow’s eyes couldn’t move away from that invitation. The names ’Zoe Nash’ and ’Melody Nash’ kept replaying in her mind, like torture. After a few seconds, she said, "I don’t believe there’s such a thing as a free lunch." "Well, I do have some conditions." Eleanor crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe, and reminded him, "Last time you said that, the condition was to be your lover." "..." The little girl really holds a grudge. Adrian Grant finally understood what it meant to "hoist one’s own petard." He said, "Move back to the master bedroom." "No." Eleanor refused without hesitation. Adrian looked at her with a faint smile, "Zia, you’re upset with me and choose to sleep in the study. Aren’t you being too nice to me?" Eleanor nodded, her smile not reaching her eyes, "Since you’re all better, you don’t need the bed. The sofa suits you!" Who the heck is being nice to you! Eleanor turned around and entered the master bedroom, locking the door behind her. The bed had been slept in by Adrian for several days, and the bedding was already filled with the unique scent of a man. Eleanor lay down and felt uncomfortable all over, a sensation as if she was being held in Adrian’s arms. The strong feeling of being occupied made it impossible for her to sleep. A tall figure lay on the futon bed. The bed was 1.2 meters wide, just right for Eleanor, but for Adrian, it was quite cramped. Adrian slightly turned his body, half his face completely in contact with the blanket Eleanor had used a few days before. Her scent filled his nostrils, briefly filling the emptiness in his heart from the past few days. Eleanor came out of the bedroom and saw the man who should have been at the company standing in the living room. Adrian was not in his usual business suit today. Instead, he was dressed casually, standing on the balcony with a phone in one hand and a cigar clamped in the other. Hearing Eleanor come out, he turned to glance at her, then extinguished the cigar and said to the person on the phone, "Yes, it’s with my wife." Eleanor heard his phrase ’my wife’ and looked at him in confusion. Adrian checked his watch and said, "The flight is booked for two hours from now. Just bring your documents, everything else is arranged there." Flying from Aethelgard to Los Angeles, even a direct flight takes over ten hours, and they were leaving today. Eleanor took a moment to react. He had booked the flight, and his call just mentioned two people, asking, "Are you going too?" "Mrs. Grant, the invitation is for me and my wife," Adrian explained. "Do you think I’m stupid? As long as I have the invitation, I can get in, right?" Eleanor’s tone wasn’t great, but Adrian wasn’t at all annoyed. Instead, he leisurely asked Eleanor, "So tell me, why do I need to go with you?" Why go to Los Angeles together? Eleanor pressed her lips together without answering. He just wanted to go with her. Charles Rhodes brought a few documents to the airport VIP lounge to wait for Adrian Grant. His usual smile, characteristic of an excellent special assistant, couldn’t hide his helplessness at that moment. "President Grant, these documents are urgent and require your immediate review." As he handed over the documents for Adrian to see, he added, "I’ll connect you to the two meetings online this afternoon. The reports you need to review before the meetings have also been sent to your email." The schedule was packed, and just listening to it made Eleanor’s head spin. She felt guilty for taking up the valuable, money-earning time of the great president. "Adrian, maybe you shouldn’t go. Special Assistant Rhodes has accompanied you to the USA before, and people there know him. Why not have him go with me?" Adrian looked at Charles with an expressionless face. Charles showed an expression like ’Oh Lord, please don’t set me up,’ and waved his hand at Eleanor, saying, "No, no, no, ma’am! I can’t, I have social anxiety, and I’m a homebody!" His actions were too noticeable, catching the attention of several attendants in the VIP room. Do you even realize what you’re saying? Because of Eleanor’s ’thoughtful’ suggestion, Charles didn’t dare speak for the rest of the duration, afraid Eleanor might suggest, ’Why not let Special Assistant Rhodes go with me instead?’ That would indeed make him want to resign on the spot to clear his name! The schedule was too tight, and the private jet route couldn’t get approved in time, so they had to take a commercial flight. Fortunately, the first-class environment was quite nice. Adrian didn’t speak during the journey. Once seated, he opened his laptop and started working. Across the aisle, Eleanor looked at him a few times and realized he really didn’t plan to talk to her. Perhaps because of her earlier remarks, he was angry. Let him be angry. No communication is just what she wanted! Ideally, he’d agree to a divorce out of anger! Eleanor watched her papers for a while and gradually became sleepy. When she woke up again, the seat had been reclined flat. She was lying down, covered with a thin blanket, the reading light overhead turned off, and the cabin was dimmed. Eleanor sat up, somewhat dazed, and through the half-closed partition, saw the light still on in the adjacent seat. Adrian was wearing headphones, and the screen displayed a PPT and video feed. He was in a video conference. A flight attendant came by, handed Eleanor a cup of warm water, and quietly asked if she needed anything else. "Thank you." Eleanor took the water, took a sip, and said, "No other needs." The flight attendant leaned down, her eyes mischievous, and whispered even more, "Your husband adjusted your seat himself and covered you with a blanket, saying you usually drink water when you wake up. He really cares about you!" Eleanor blinked, feeling a bit unfamiliar with such words. If he was mad, why was he still looking after her... In memory, this was the second time someone said Adrian cared for her. The first person to say it was Jonah Grant: [Zia, Adrian doesn’t dislike you. On the contrary, he cares about you.] Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Charles Rhodes arranged for a pickup service at the airport. Once Adrian Grant and Eleanor Winslow arrived at the airport, they were first taken to the hotel. Then the styling studio came to find Eleanor with dress photos. They used a tablet for a 3D display to select the dress, took her measurements, and chose jewelry. The stylist left afterward, planning to return with the dress, jewelry, and a tailor for Eleanor’s styling tomorrow. "It’s not necessary to be so grand," Eleanor didn’t want to steal the spotlight. Resting on the sofa, Adrian suddenly asked, "Zia, who are you hoping to meet?"