Even the phone has locked after five incorrect password attempts! Eleanor Winslow was really upset. Even though she knew her birthday wasn’t Adrian Grant’s phone password, testing it out still filled her with disappointment and irritation. And now, blocked at the company building entrance, Eleanor Winslow angrily punched the air: "Bastard! Adrian Grant, you bastard!" Before she finished speaking, a male voice emerged from the lobby. Adrian Grant was dressed sharply in a suit and vest, handsome and with an aristocratic demeanor, his ruby tie clip shining brightly in the sunlight. Eleanor Winslow: "..." "What’s the reason for insulting me?" Adrian Grant stood on the steps, his shadow blocking the sunlight for Eleanor Winslow. Eleanor Winslow clutched his phone, wanting to throw it at his face. But this was his company, his territory; she feared that before her fist could reach his face, the company’s security would kick her out. "You’re really here at the perfect time." Eleanor Winslow said sarcastically. Adrian Grant didn’t come by chance; the receptionist saw Eleanor Winslow lingering outside and informed the president’s office, leading Adrian Grant to come down and greet her. That’s how he heard the little lady insulting him behind his back. "Why didn’t you call me?" Adrian Grant asked her. Eleanor Winslow looked up at him, sensing he seemed to be in a good mood, maybe due to a successful day at work? The owner is cheerful while demanding weekend overtime, what a heartless boss! "Your phone has a password, I couldn’t open it." Eleanor Winslow rolled her eyes and handed the phone to him. Halfway through, she retracted it, extending another hand: "Where’s my phone?" "In the office charging," Adrian Grant replied. Eleanor Winslow’s initial thought was to ask him to have his secretary bring the phone down, but it was charging... Eleanor Winslow sighed, having to follow him upstairs. "Didn’t try the phone password?" Adrian Grant asked Eleanor Winslow as they walked. Girls like to check their partner’s phones, don’t they? Eleanor Winslow had never insisted on that. Eleanor Winslow glared at the reflection of herself in the elevator mirror, feeling frustrated for a few seconds and unable to hold back: "I tried! I tried your and Mia Winslow’s birthdays, and even my own! None of them! I’m crazy for even trying my own!" After ranting quickly, she looked closely and saw Adrian Grant had a smile in his eyes. "What’s with you? Are you mocking me? You’re mocking me!" Eleanor Winslow was so angry her chest moved up and down, "When Grandma called, I should’ve told her all your faults!" Adrian Grant had been laughing, but seeing her chest, the smile gradually faded. He closed his eyes to suppress the desires bubbling up. "Password." Adrian Grant displayed the phone in front of her, inputting a series of numbers, and raised his eyes to ask her, "Remembered it?" "I remember—" What’s this about? Eleanor Winslow stopped abruptly, as the distance between the two was too close. Close enough that when she lifted her eyes, she was sucked into the deep gaze of the man. "Can’t remember." Eleanor Winslow quickly retreated a step, reacting, "Does your password have any significance?" Eleanor Winslow quickly ran through possibilities in her mind, realizing it wasn’t anyone’s birthday from The Winslow Family. Just then, the elevator doors opened. Adrian Grant straightened up and walked out. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel-fire.net If you can’t remember, then forget it. ——That series of numbers represented the day Eleanor Winslow came to Aethelgard, the first time he met her. "President Grant, I’m over—here." The Legal Director was waiting at the entrance to the president’s office, holding a stack of documents for Adrian Grant. Spotting Adrian, he hurried over, only to abruptly stop mid-sentence upon seeing Eleanor Winslow a few steps behind, his expression turning inexplicably, yet he still wanted to speak. Charles Rhodes had already approached enthusiastically, smiling and saying, "Madam, good morning." "Mad—!" The Legal Director almost shouted in surprise, his eyes widening to the point of popping out. Eleanor Winslow looked at him. "Mad—shocking." The Legal Director abruptly changed his tune, "Turns out you are our Ma—Ma—" "I’ve come to get my phone." Eleanor Winslow returned her gaze, glaring at Charles Rhodes with a hint of resentment. This man was usually tight-lipped; she’d been married to Adrian Grant for three years, yet Charles Rhodes had never slipped up, so why did he suddenly blurt out "Madam" in front of an outsider today? Charles Rhodes glanced at Adrian Grant, noticing the boss had no intention of ordering him to handle the situation, courteously nodded at Eleanor Winslow, and promptly led the Legal Director away. As they walked further away. "What the heck’s going on?" The Legal Director’s deliberately lowered voice couldn’t hide the shock. Charles Rhodes shrugged: "As you see, a certified and legitimate person. Don’t let your thoughts run wild or speak recklessly." If it had been before, Charles Rhodes wouldn’t have dared to speak with such certainty. But in the last six months, for some unknown reason, President Grant started showing a lot of care for Madam, leading him to realize that the other Winslow couldn’t compare to Eleanor Winslow at all! "My goodness, it’s lucky you warned me. Brother Rhodes, you’re my lifesaver!" The Legal Director’s cold sweat poured down. Previously, he was wondering which seductive vixen managed to quickly capture President Grant and climb into his bed! Nearly misspoke and offended the boss’s wife! "Didn’t you say the phone was charging?" Eleanor Winslow pointed, expressionless, at a white phone on Adrian Grant’s desk. Picking it up to see only 3% battery left! "Oh, remembered wrong." Adrian Grant showed no sign of guilt. Eleanor Winslow gritted her teeth, picking up the phone, wanting to leave right away, but with this little battery, she couldn’t even make it home! Noticing Eleanor Winslow looking around, Adrian Grant leaned against the desk, kindly asked: "Need to charge?" Eleanor Winslow felt Adrian Grant was like the wolf dressed as Grandma waiting for Little Red Riding Hood to fall into his trap. But she still said, "Uh, yes, charge." No choice but to charge! In today’s world, it’s difficult to go anywhere without a phone! Adrian Grant pointed to a box beside the office chair; it was a wireless charger. Reluctantly, Eleanor Winslow placed her phone on it, cursing Adrian Grant in her mind. "Zia Winslow, keep your expressions under control when muttering." Adrian Grant teasingly reminded. Eleanor Winslow glared at him: "I’m muttering about you, so what can you do? Is it illegal to mutter? Do you have evidence to prove I’m muttering about you?" "Student Winslow, this isn’t school nor is it a courtroom; we adults don’t discuss evidence like that." Adrian Grant stood up and began walking towards Eleanor Winslow. Eleanor Winslow was aware of her embarrassment from last night, bracing herself not to take a step back, and looked up at him, stubbornly. Unexpectedly, Adrian Grant let out a laugh. Eleanor Winslow was filled with confusion, when suddenly the man leaned in, and a kiss landed. It had been too long without closeness, leaving Eleanor Winslow a little dazed. Just as she reacted and wanted to push away, her body was already enveloped by Adrian Grant’s embrace. The kiss deepened effortlessly...