Adrian Grant’s heart softened. He stood by the bedside, silently crouched down, and looked at Eleanor Winslow as if he was gazing at a rare treasure. Discover more novels at novel·fire·net He lifted Eleanor’s wrist, kissed the back of her hand, kissed the corner of her lips, took out the scar removal cream he brought, and gently applied it to Eleanor’s wounds. The woman in her sleep murmured, as if disturbed, her little eyebrows slightly furrowing. Adrian Grant paused, waiting for her to calm down, and then continued applying the medicine. Throughout, his expression remained unflustered. During those few seconds Eleanor stirred, he just quietly watched and waited. Adrian Grant even somewhat hoped Eleanor would wake up. He was curious about how she would react seeing him easily enter her locked room in the middle of the night, a bit expecting her sarcasm or even anger. Because at such a moment, her eyes would only have him. Suddenly, Eleanor turned over. The blanket half-opened, revealing the clothes she wore to sleep—a white shirt. It was a white shirt Adrian Grant had left here as a spare! Adrian Grant saw the shirt’s slightly open collar, revealing Eleanor’s fair skin, her sexy collarbone. Beneath that collarbone was a softly rising arc... The man’s breathing suddenly became hot, his Adam’s apple rolling, throat tightening, eyes dark. His whole body was restless, blood uncontrollably rushing downwards. When Eleanor Winslow opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar surroundings, she was a bit dazed, taking a few seconds to remember where she was. Instinctively, she looked at the door; it was closed. There was nothing unusual about her body either. Eleanor exhaled quietly in relief and got up to freshen up. Just as she was about to step out of the bathroom, Eleanor paused in her steps! She looked towards the trash can and saw several crumpled tissues inside. These... weren’t hers! The tissues had some suspicious marks; Eleanor, knowing better, instinctively overthought, though feeling her thoughts were a bit extreme. Eleanor paused for a few seconds at the room door before reaching out to open it. The door was still locked from the inside. She breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door. Adrian Grant, not working today, wore a casual T-shirt and was engrossed in something on his iPad. Aware of Eleanor’s suspicious gaze, he glanced over: Hmm? Eleanor withdrew her gaze, pretending nothing happened. The dining table was already set with seafood porridge and shrimp dumplings. Eleanor nibbled the tip of her spoon, thoughts wandering— It couldn’t really be that Adrian Grant did something in her bathroom... could it? If it truly was him, was he out of his mind, coming into her room to—hmm. After all, it’s his own Thumbelina; he could easily use the bathroom outside, so why go into her room? "Zia Winslow," Adrian Grant suddenly tapped the table, reminding the woman opposite, "Don’t get distracted while eating." Eleanor snapped back to reality, a bit embarrassed. The last time she was told this was during her teenage years, with Adrian Grant educating her in the same way. She truly was... filling her mind with nonsense early in the morning, all blame to those few tissues! All blame to Adrian Grant! Adrian Grant watched her slightly flushed cheeks, remembering how he had been in the bathroom last night, looking at her on the bed... Old Madam Grant beamed with joy upon seeing Eleanor and Adrian enter the hospital room together. The rest of the Grant Family came to visit Old Madam Grant one after another and, upon seeing Eleanor, were momentarily stunned, then glanced at Adrian Grant sitting on the sofa reading papers. Wait, wasn’t it said that Adrian Grant and Eleanor Winslow were divorcing? Why did Eleanor come when Old Madam was ill? The Old Madam tightly clasped Eleanor’s hand, cherishing her as if afraid she would run away; what’s going on? The key point is Adrian Grant seemed to be in quite a good mood seeing this woman who was about to become his ex-wife? Impossible to understand, completely incomprehensible! The phone rang, showing a call from Eugene Winslow to Eleanor. Confused, Eleanor answered, hearing a middle-aged man’s roar through the earpiece: "Eleanor, get back here now! Immediately!" "What’s wrong? Who’s calling you?" Old Madam Grant asked Eleanor. "My dad, wants me to go back for a bit." Eleanor said truthfully. Old Madam Grant, very considerate, immediately said, "Then go, don’t delay your family matters! Should I let Adrian accompany you?" Eleanor swiftly refused and hurriedly left. Once Eleanor was gone, Old Madam Grant turned stern and shouted at Adrian Grant: "Hey! Aren’t you going to see her off? Aren’t you going to see if Eleanor has any issues?" Adrian Grant’s thin lips pressed together lightly. Eleanor already signed the divorce papers with him, she probably thought the divorce was already in effect, if he chased after her now, with what identity and stance? Seeing her grandson being so clueless and rigid, Old Madam Grant angrily said: "Just because you’re divorcing Eleanor, I’m embarrassed to even ask her to come back tomorrow!" Adrian Grant gave her a glance: You’d be embarrassed to ask? Old Madam Grant: "...You rascal, you’re waiting for me to trick your wife back, aren’t you!" Adrian Grant remained silent. The Winslow Family villa. Upon entering through The Winslow Family’s gate, Eleanor immediately noticed three unfamiliar faces in the living room. A middle-aged couple, appearing aggressive. Beside them was a young girl, none other than Pearl Morgan, who had taken a break from school. Pearl was much thinner, pitifully sitting there, occasionally beginning to shed tears. "President Winslow, you must give me an explanation for this, or else the Morgan Family will never cooperate with your Winslow Family again!" "Our Morgan Family only has one precious daughter, Pearl, pampered like a treasure, never thought she would be so bullied by your daughter at school!" The middle-aged couple spoke one after another. Eugene Winslow dealt with them with a tired expression, smiling apologetically, while Mia Winslow accompanied Pearl, constantly comforting her. So they’ve come to stir up trouble! Eleanor knocked on the door and walked in. "You ungrateful daughter! What did you do! Apologize to Uncle Morgan’s family immediately!" Eugene Winslow was so furious upon seeing Eleanor he wanted to slap her, but recalling Adrian Grant’s previous lesson, he forcibly lowered his hand. Eleanor glanced at the Morgan family, about to speak. Mrs. Morgan casually said, "Eleanor, divorced from Adrian Grant, you no longer have the audacity!"