Eleanor Winslow’s gaze was unflinching, staring directly at Adrian Grant. Charles Rhodes approached, respectfully calling out to Eleanor Winslow: "Madam, it’s been a while." "Yes, quite the coincidence." Eleanor Winslow glanced at him with indifference. Charles Rhodes explained with a smile: "Madam, today, our company has a project team building event." "Since when does President Grant also need to accompany the project team for fun?" Eleanor Winslow looked at Adrian Grant. Adrian Grant suddenly smiled, leisurely watching Eleanor Winslow, with a teasing and mocking look in his eyes. "Miss Winslow, are you suspicious of something? Suspecting our company deliberately chose this location for the team building? Or suspecting me staying next to your guest room is not a coincidence?" So he had indeed noticed her before! Eleanor Winslow was indeed suspicious of this. But hearing it from Adrian Grant, if she nodded, it would make her seem overly self-absorbed! "Not suspecting anything. Enjoy your team building, President Grant." Eleanor Winslow said emotionlessly, turned, and left directly. Adrian Grant watched the woman’s back as she left without hesitation, squinting slightly. "What’s wrong? A bit unhappy?" As soon as Eleanor Winslow returned, Julian Jacobs noticed her change in mood. Julian Jacobs gestured for a waiter, ordering a pistachio cake for Eleanor Winslow: "This is the hotel’s specialty, want to try? They say desserts can lighten your mood." "It’s nothing, just... a bit of family stuff." Eleanor Winslow didn’t want others to notice her frustration and actively chatted with Julian Jacobs to divert her attention. "Senior, I read in a report that some people experience changes in hobbies after an organ transplant. Is that really true? — Uh, sorry if discussing this offends you! If you don’t want to talk about it, forget it!" "There’s nothing I’m unwilling to discuss." Julian Jacobs had an endless amount of tolerance for Eleanor Winslow. "I don’t know about other people’s situations, but whether I’ve had changes in hobbies, at least my taste preferences have changed." Eleanor Winslow widened her eyes in curiosity. Julian Jacobs found her expression adorable, a smile in his eyes: "I never used to eat spicy food, but now I quite like it." Eleanor Winslow’s eyelashes quivered slightly. Jonah loves spicy food. Eleanor Winslow couldn’t help but glance at Julian Jacobs a couple more times. Delia Sullivan watched as Eleanor Winslow and Julian Jacobs chatted on the shore, feeling uncomfortable inside, growing more and more sour and resentful. She climbed out from the hot spring pool, draped a towel over herself, and sat beside Julian Jacobs. "Senior, what are you two talking about? You seem so happy." Delia Sullivan was steaming hot, with water still dripping down. "Student Sullivan, watch out that the water doesn’t wet Senior’s clothes!" Eleanor Winslow was worried Julian Jacobs might catch a cold if his clothes got wet. "Eleanor, you’re quite observant." Delia Sullivan’s tone carried a hint of sarcasm. She deliberately stayed close to Julian Jacobs, thinking that if his clothes got wet, she’d have an excuse to apologize and offer to wash them. That way, they’d get to know each other, right? Eleanor Winslow was clearly intent on spoiling her plans! Julian Jacobs glanced at Delia Sullivan, who was almost touching his clothes, his gaze cool and detached. He didn’t ask Delia Sullivan to sit further away, but it gave an inexplicable sense of having nowhere to hide. "Sorry, Senior, I didn’t notice the water." Delia Sullivan reluctantly moved a little farther away. Then Eleanor Winslow and Julian Jacobs started discussing the topic of publishing papers, but Delia Sullivan, being academically challenged, couldn’t understand a word, and she felt an urge to Google right on the spot! Once the topic of papers ceased, Delia Sullivan couldn’t wait to change the subject. When Julian Jacobs spoke with Delia Sullivan, her eyes sparkled, very enthusiastic. Eleanor Winslow belatedly realized: Could it be that Delia Sullivan has feelings for Julian Jacobs? After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. Eleanor Winslow glanced at the suite next door; the lights were off, indicating Adrian Grant hadn’t returned. She changed into a swimsuit and soaked in the private hot spring. It was a wine pool with a hint of rose scent, which Eleanor Winslow really liked. She couldn’t help but soak for a while longer, leaning against the side of the pool and dozing off. Gradually, her consciousness began to blur. In a split second, her head tilted forward! Her consciousness, in that brief flash, warned of danger, yet in the next second, instead of falling into the water and choking, she was steadied by something. Soon after, Eleanor Winslow felt her body lighten, being lifted into the air, but her head felt so fuzzy and heavy that she couldn’t open her eyes. In her daze, she felt something enveloping her. After a while, Eleanor Winslow finally came to, opening her eyes. The light was somewhat glaring, and against it stood Adrian Grant; his handsome face was somewhat indistinct. "Adrian Grant?" Eleanor Winslow struggled to regain her senses, but they refused to cooperate. Eleanor Winslow found herself completely embraced by Adrian Grant, struggling to get up, only to find her limbs utterly weak. It was then she noticed she was wrapped in a large men’s bathrobe. "Eleanor, you can’t soak in the hot spring for too long. It can cause blood supply issues, dizziness, and ringing in the ears — did you really fall asleep in there? Haven’t you any common sense?" Adrian Grant’s tone was very stern. Rationally, Eleanor Winslow understood she had accidentally soaked too long and almost got into trouble, and it was Adrian Grant who saved her; she ought to thank him. What was this jerk man’s deal being so fierce? Why is he scolding her! He barged into her room and then scolded her! Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel{f}ire.net "This is my room! How did you get in?" Eleanor Winslow stared defiant eyes at him. Adrian Grant raised his eyebrows slightly, with a provocative tone, and leaned closer to Eleanor Winslow. The man’s hot breath spread over her ear, causing Eleanor Winslow to tremble. His voice was low and resonant, like fine wine: "My room is right next to yours, it’s indeed not a coincidence." This man, at certain times, was a straightforward scoundrel, unabashedly admitting: "Zia, you know, all coincidences are, long premeditated!" The last four words were spoken especially slowly. "You—!" Eleanor Winslow almost gasped in anger, pushing against the man’s chest, struggling to get up, to escape from Adrian Grant. Suddenly, her body was firmly pressed down by the man. The man stopped her movements with a hoarse voice. Eleanor Winslow dared not move recklessly anymore. "Zia, don’t you understand your own man?" "I didn’t do anything, clearly it was you—" "You were being clingy." "I was being clingy—?" Eleanor Winslow suddenly felt a sense of helplessness, like a widow being maligned with indecency. All she wanted was to leave! Adrian Grant, seeing she was more alert, carried her back to her room, quickly dried the water off her, and laid her on the bed. Eleanor Winslow looked up, meeting the man’s intense gaze, the desire and fire in his eyes undisguised.