Eleanor’s mind was filled with alarm bells. She wanted to pull the blanket over to cover her body, but Adrian Grant had placed her right in the center of the bed’s surface, so she could only pull a bit of the blanket’s edge, barely covering part of her body, which instead gave an illusion of trying to cover up but actually inviting, trying to reject but also welcoming. Adrian Grant took a deep look at her, and with difficulty, moved his gaze away, turning around to Eleanor’s suitcase to fetch her bathrobe, then walked back and sat again by the edge of the bed. The mattress tilted noticeably towards the man’s side, Adrian Grant asked, "Shall I help you change into pajamas?" "Adrian Grant, what exactly are you up to?" Eleanor looked at him angrily. He upgraded her room type, placed her living beside him, now performing these ambiguous and suspicious actions, what on earth is his aim! "Do you want to sleep in swimwear?" Adrian Grant asked calmly, as if he were merely concerned about his wife having a little tantrum. Eleanor asked him expressionlessly, "Sleep? Which sleep?" Adrian Grant touched the skin on her shoulder, feeling her skin’s temperature leaning towards coolness, while his fingers were burning. The man said, "Either sleep will do." Eleanor glanced at his unabated condition over there, sarcastically saying, "Then what’s that supposed to mean?" Adrian Grant wasn’t the least bit embarrassed: "Can’t control it." Eleanor cursed him many dirty words in her heart and pushed the man off her bed. Just as she was going to shout for him to get out of her room, a knock sounded. Eleanor instinctively looked at Adrian Grant, her eyes full of panic and fear. Currently wearing swimwear, and with her soon-to-be ex-husband in the same room and bed, if seen by someone, it’s just as if jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t wash it clean! Eleanor glanced around, pointing at the bathroom: "Go hide there!" Saying so, she wanted to get off the bed to answer the door, but her limbs were still a bit weak, her legs softened the moment she got off, nearly falling, but she was quickly caught by Adrian Grant. A man’s laughter sounded undecipherably from above: "Eleanor, are you being sneaky, is that why you’re afraid to be seen?" The last time Eleanor was in such an embarrassing situation with Adrian Grant was three years ago when the Grant Family elders caught them ’in bed’; Eleanor still remembers that vividly, as if it were yesterday! The knocking sounded again. "I’ll go open the door." Adrian Grant placed her back onto the bed, covering her with the blanket. Seeing Adrian Grant so composed, a thought flashed through Eleanor’s mind: maybe Charles Rhodes was looking for him. Right! Charles knows she’s staying here, and if he couldn’t find Adrian Grant in the adjacent room, he’d come looking for her. It makes sense! This text is hosted at novelFɪre.net Adrian Grant casually picked up a men’s bathrobe from the wardrobe, draped it over himself, and went to open the door. Eleanor nestled in the blanket, seeing through the bedroom angle only Adrian Grant’s back standing at the room door outside in the living room. "Young Master Grant, what are you doing here?" It wasn’t Charles’s voice outside the door. But a male voice she was familiar with, carrying rare coldness. It was Julian Jacobs! Eleanor’s hand unconsciously tightened the blanket, regretting not having shoved Adrian Grant into the bathroom earlier! Julian Jacobs gazed at the people inside the room, probably impulsively, as the bathrobe was not fastened properly, exposing his chest and the firm muscles underneath. This kind of appearance, how could one not let their imagination run wild! "Young Master Jacobs," Adrian Grant leaned against the door frame, leisurely as if it were his room, "I came to find my own wife, is there a problem?" Julian Jacobs wasn’t surprised by Adrian Grant using his identity to exert pressure. Julian Jacobs chuckled softly as a reminder: "Young Master Grant has a poor memory, aren’t you divorcing Eleanor?" "Eleanor?" Adrian Grant’s brow furrowed slightly. Julian Jacobs shrugged; he would call her whatever he pleased. "What’s it, Young Master Jacobs is very interested in being the third party?" Adrian Grant’s expression remained amiable, even with a smile at the corners of his mouth, but deep within his eyes, there was no smile at all, only an intensely oppressive coldness. "What third party, third party, Young Master Grant is about to become an ex-husband." Julian Jacobs neither acknowledged nor rebut Adrian Grant. Eleanor sat on the bed, ears pricked, listening intently. Even from such a distance, she felt the atmosphere between the two men was somewhat bizarre. Suddenly, there was a sound of something being knocked over outside. Eleanor couldn’t sit still, wrapped in the bathrobe, ran out: "Hey! Don’t fight—" She feared Adrian Grant and Julian Jacobs might get into a fight; Adrian, this man had been practicing taekwondo and kickboxing since childhood, while Julian Jacobs had a weak constitution as a child; how could he be Adrian’s match? Someone who had undergone heart transplantation couldn’t withstand a beating? When she came running out to check, the two men were standing face to face calmly, without any physical conflict! That knocking sound earlier must have come from the corridor outside. "Eleanor?" Julian Jacobs looked at Eleanor, stunned, as she suddenly ran out. He knew Eleanor was inside, but given the situation, her staying hidden would save her from embarrassment, so he spoke with Adrian Grant without mentioning where Eleanor was. He simply didn’t expect Eleanor to dash out . And wearing a bathrobe... Clearly a man’s large, black silk bathrobe, and under that black bathrobe were long legs of snow-white skin... Julian Jacobs’s rational mind told him to divert his gaze, but the person before him was his constant daydream, and his eyes simply didn’t obey. During Julian Jacobs’s brief struggle, Adrian Grant stepped aside first, using his body to shield Eleanor. He turned his head back to say to Eleanor, "Go back." His face looked awful. Eleanor hesitated before realizing although her attire wasn’t exposing anything, it was indeed misleading people, especially since she was together with Adrian Grant in one room! Eleanor’s ears immediately blushed, retreating several steps, hiding behind the corner. The tension between the two men was interrupted by Eleanor’s sudden appearance. Julian Jacobs’s expression showed a bit of bewilderment and some difficulty in adapting, seeming also to be suppressing something. Adrian Grant had a completely blackened face. "Eleanor, you take a good rest. See you tomorrow!" Julian Jacobs did not wish to embarrass Eleanor, pretending as if nothing had happened, and left without waiting for Eleanor to appear again. Adrian Grant closed the door, returning to find the woman wrapped in his bathrobe, pressed against the cold wall, seemingly about to combust, with eyes still filled with alarm, much like a startled deer in the forest, truly making one’s heart flutter... wanting to bully! "Zia Winslow!" Adrian Grant pinched Eleanor’s cheeks and practically ground his teeth, speaking, "Dressed like that and running around, what do you intend to do? Hmm?" Eleanor’s small mouth was forced into a pout, reaching a hand to push him, murmuring unclearly, "Let go!" "Try running around dressed again next time!" Adrian Grant let go, Eleanor’s skin was thin, leaving two soft red marks on her cheeks which wouldn’t fade for several minutes. His words were indeed endearing, almost appearing that they were still husband and wife, like a husband intensely possessive of his wife would say.