In this area, it’s not just Aethelgard University, the snack street is bustling with students coming and going. Adrian Grant, wearing a tailored shirt, suit pants, and leather shoes, looked completely out of place here and attracted quite a bit of attention from the students as soon as he appeared. This attention wasn’t the respect and flattery he received as the future leader of the Grant Family at various gatherings, but the pure curiosity of college students wondering, ’Why is this guy still wearing a shirt, suit pants, and leather shoes?’. A few men and women passing by were eyeing Adrian Grant and whispering to each other, thinking they were being discreet: "Why does that dude dress so pretentiously at the snack street?" "I think his shirt looks better than the one you bought last time, go ask for the link." "Way too pretentious, I’m not going!" Adrian Grant clenched his jaw, clearly not looking pleased. Eleanor Winslow couldn’t help but suppress a laugh, her voice filled with mirth as she gloatingly asked, "Have you never been to these places during your school days?" Adrian Grant, with a serious face, replied matter-of-factly, "No." Adrian Grant went to elite international schools for elementary and middle school and was sent abroad for advanced studies in high school, moving between the U.K. and the USA until he returned after completing his master’s degree. Such snack streets are rare in Europe and America, and even if they exist, they’re never this crowded. The nearby stall was selling egg tarts, and Eleanor Winslow casually bought one, turning to the man beside her, "Do you want some?" Adrian Grant, who had just been unintentionally bumped by a few people: "..." He subtly scanned his surroundings, his body unusually tense, like someone with social anxiety afraid of being touched. Seeing his unease, Eleanor Winslow felt slightly better. "Student, does your brother want some?" The vendor, speaking with a southern accent, smiled as he asked Eleanor Winslow. "He doesn’t, thank you ma’am!" Eleanor replied with suppressed laughter as she took the cake from the vendor. It was still a bit hot as Eleanor held it, leading Adrian Grant deeper into the snack street. The air was filled with various smells: the scent of fried food oil, the charcoal aroma of roasted pancakes, the seasoning of marinated dishes, the cumin flavor of barbecues... The hawkers’ cries, the students’ conversations, and laughter... "Over there you have egg-stuffed pancakes, freshly picked marinated snacks, this alley is full of fried and griddled food, turn right ahead and there are some dry pot and casual dining restaurants, see what you want to eat?" Adrian Grant was feeling somewhat intolerable, his whole body uncomfortable, wanting Eleanor Winslow to take him to eat somewhere else, but remembering the ’Sure’ he had confidently said ten minutes ago, he held back. Eleanor Winslow noticed his intention, tilted her head slightly, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Grant, if you don’t like it here, you should call someone to pick you up." "Senior, can I add you on WeChat?" Suddenly, a pretty girl appeared, blushing as she stopped in front of Adrian Grant, asking shyly with a smile. Faced with the intrusion of a stranger, Adrian Grant’s eyes flickered with impatience before looking at Eleanor Winslow. Eleanor Winslow looked left and right as if she didn’t recognize Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant’s exceptional appearance outshone everyone, but his aura was too strong, and Eleanor initially thought no one at the school would dare to approach him. Adrian Grant was amused by the situation, leaned toward Eleanor Winslow, and said to the girl, "Ask her." Eleanor Winslow: "??? It was only then that the pretty girl noticed the low-key Eleanor Winslow in a printed t-shirt next to him. Looking at Eleanor and then the handsome guy beside her, she immediately felt embarrassed. Unwilling to give up, she asked Eleanor Winslow, "Student Winslow, excuse me, this is your—?" "Neighbor’s brother." Eleanor brazenly fibbed. The pretty girl sighed in relief, but before she could smile again, the man said: "Eleanor, why do you sneak over to your neighbor’s brother’s bed to play?" "What nonsense are you spouting?!" Eleanor reflexively covered Adrian Grant’s mouth, her eyes full of warning. Their intimate gesture clearly indicated a relationship beyond ordinary friends, dimming the light in the pretty girl’s eyes as she apologized and hastily left. Eleanor Winslow wished she could find a hole to crawl into. "What did I say that’s not true?" Adrian Grant countered. Eleanor Winslow swallowed her anger, feeling a sense of hopelessness, "That was the goddess of our Foreign Languages Institute, pursued by many!" Adrian Grant looked at Eleanor Winslow’s beautiful profile, her thick curled lashes and high nose, and asked, "Between you and her, who’s more popular?" The fact that the girl recognized Eleanor’s last name at first glance showed Eleanor wasn’t unknown at the school either. If that’s the goddess of the Foreign Languages Institute, then what is Eleanor? The goddess of the Law School? Comparing his wife to that woman was truly an injustice to his wife! Eleanor didn’t answer Adrian Grant’s trivial question. But Adrian Grant knew that since Eleanor started school, she had become nominated in the campus belle election just because of her ID photo, with endless confessions coming her way. Check latest chapters at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net She had never lacked suitors since childhood. "Some millet porridge?" Millet porridge is good for the stomach, and Eleanor Winslow, without waiting for Adrian Grant to nod, turned around and paid at a nearby stall. Millet porridge near the school, typically cooled and sealed in plastic cups, was reheated in hot water by the vendor, wiped dry with a towel, and handed to Eleanor Winslow with a thick straw. Eleanor Winslow turned around and handed it to Adrian Grant, "Eat up." Adrian Grant looked at the millet porridge in the plastic cup, which was reheated after cooling, with undisguised disdain. In his life, he’d never eaten such things! "Is Special Assistant Rhodes done with the meeting?" Eleanor Winslow was tired of serving this young master. She took a bite of the egg tart, soft and delicious, squinting contentedly. Adrian Grant looked down at her, his gaze deep, and asked, "Tasty?" Eleanor Winslow nodded. The man reached out his hand. Eleanor Winslow, suspiciously passing the remaining half of the egg tart to him, "What are you—" Before she finished speaking, she saw him bite into the place she’d bitten. Eleanor Winslow’s eyebrows twitched, "What are you doing!" Adrian Grant chewed and swallowed, thoughtfully savoring it without saying anything, before having a second and then a third bite finishing it all. He made no comment about the egg tart and usually didn’t like snacks, yet he ate it cleaner than anyone! It’s normal for couples to share food, but Eleanor Winslow considered her relationship with Adrian Grant wasn’t close enough for such an intimate gesture both in action and spirit. Adrian Grant’s actions had already exceeded her expectations. Looking at him as if nothing had happened, an indescribable frustration rose within her. "Adrian Grant, do you even know what it means for a man to eat a woman’s leftover food?" "Do you think given our relationship that such an intimate gesture is appropriate?" Eleanor Winslow said, becoming angrier, "Not just now, but also in the Head of Department’s office, and when you had Jeanette Grant take me shopping and spend money. Adrian Grant, what do you really mean by all this?" "Eleanor, I’m your husband." Eleanor Winslow was amused in anger, "Adrian Grant, am I your pet cat or dog? Abandon when you don’t want, and tease when you remember, yet keep me tied by your side!"