CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: ADRIAN GRANT, APOLOGIES ARE USELESS—I’M VERY VINDICTIVE

He doesn’t show it when he drinks; if it weren’t for the strong smell of alcohol on him, you’d think he hadn’t drunk at all.

Adrian Grant looked at Eleanor Winslow without blinking, his gaze heated after drinking, as if he could scorch someone: "Zia, your sense of security is too poor."

With just a little trick, people would come out.

He was almost pressing half of his body against hers; summer clothes are thin, and the heat of their skin could be felt.

Eleanor felt extremely dangerous and wanted to push him away, but her hand was being controlled by him.

"You’re touching my wound!"

Adrian Grant released Eleanor like waking from a dream, nervously saying: "Let me see."

He had drunk too much alcohol, making his emotions more exposed than usual.

Eleanor immediately wanted to hide her hand but was a step slow, and Adrian Grant lifted it to inspect.

Who knows what he could see through the gauze!

"Sorry."

The man lowered his head, lightly kissed the gauze.

Eleanor felt her eyes turning sour, turning her head away.

"Adrian Grant, apologies don’t work. You know, I hold grudges."

"Fine," Adrian Grant murmured to himself, "You better remember it for a lifetime."

Under the warm yellow light, the man lowered his eyes, showing a rare hint of loneliness.

Eleanor stared at him in shock.

His words were ambiguous, and a ridiculous speculation flooded her mind but was quickly suppressed.

Before Eleanor could think further, Adrian Grant kissed Eleanor’s fingers again.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes, his gaze sharp and his tone slow yet filled with danger: "Who is it?"

"What?" Eleanor didn’t understand.

"The person who wants to give you something, who is it?"

"I don’t know."

Eleanor tried to push him, but couldn’t move him.

"Eleanor, that person—" Adrian Grant’s thumb rubbed Eleanor’s lips, her unadorned lips still red and inviting, "will they be your new love?"

"Adrian Grant, are you crazy?!"

Eleanor glared.

She didn’t know the person, didn’t even know if they were male or female, what was Adrian Grant thinking!

The man acted as if he hadn’t heard her, kissed Eleanor’s lips and said to himself:

"What a pity."

—That person can only be a fling at best.

The next second, her left hand was caught by him, and the next moment, who knows where he pulled a bracelet from, slipping it onto Eleanor’s wrist.

Eleanor felt her left wrist cool, a piece of jewelry hung upon it.

Under the light, it was a fine Purple Jade Bracelet, with perfect violet color, great translucency, gleaming brightly, and it was placed to precisely avoid the gauze on the wound.

—This was what Adrian Grant bid for at the auction today.

"I gave it." Adrian Grant emphasized, kissed Eleanor’s lips again, murmuring, "There are others."

Today at the auction, he also won many other jewels.

"I don’t want it!"

"I give it, you must accept it."

He stressed ’I give it,’ as if challenging that mysterious benefactor.

Eleanor angrily tried to remove the bracelet, but couldn’t take it off, irritating the bones of her hand instead.

This action provoked Adrian Grant; he suddenly abandoned his earlier gentle patience, pinched Eleanor’s chin, and kissed her.

Full of possessiveness and desire to vent, with a hint of punishment.

The summer air was scorching.

The staircase’s temperature rose increasingly higher, the man’s large hands felt like branding irons on her skin.

"Adrian Grant!"

Eleanor yelled loudly!

The man paused, as if coming to his senses, withdrew slightly by a few centimeters, fixedly staring at Eleanor.

Eleanor pointed to the flashing surveillance camera above, coldly asking: "Here? Are you crazy?"

Adrian Grant was accommodating, held Eleanor and walked outside: "Let’s go home..."

"Adrian Grant!"

Eleanor exerted all her strength, taking advantage of Adrian Grant’s unguarded moment, and sharply pushed him away.

The man hit the cold wall, grunted, and raised his eyes to see a blaze within the beautiful apricot eyes of the woman, palpable anger.

He seemed drunk, leaned against the wall, staring directly at Eleanor.

"Drunken fool!"

Eleanor took a deep breath, quickly leaving the stairwell.

A delivery bag hung on the doorknob of her house, Eleanor hesitated for half a second, quickly took the delivery, turned and went inside.

"What’s wrong? Like you’re being chased by ghosts." Blake Lockwood saw Eleanor shut the door instantly, even locking it, seeming very tense.

Eleanor thought, this is no different from being chased by ghosts.

While speaking, Blake Lockwood already walked over, took things out of the takeaway bag and opened them, then was stunned—

Inside were chicken soup dumplings, shrimp and egg custard, brown rice and millet porridge, several boxes of fresh-cut fruit and yogurt.

Healthy enough like an elderly meal supplement.

Blake Lockwood: "?"

Where’s her barbecue?

And the crayfish!

"He’s out of his mind!" Eleanor told Blake about encountering Adrian Grant.

That takeaway call was placed by Adrian Grant, the midnight snack replaced by him too.

Indeed, no matter how high-end the neighborhood, it can’t block someone like Adrian Grant!

Eleanor couldn’t hold back, still called Charles Rhodes, said ’Adrian Grant drank too much and is going to die at my doorstep,’ directly hung up.

Elsewhere.

Charles Rhodes hung up, looked at his boss apprehensively, comforted: "President Grant, Mrs. called me to pick you up. She still cares about you."

Adrian Grant leaned against the wall, eyes closed, emotionless: "She might be afraid I’d die here."

Charles Rhodes: "?!"

How can your thinking be so aligned? You two sure are a couple!

"Did you find out the person?" Adrian Grant asked Charles Rhodes.

"The buyer’s call signal came from Europe, and the Jacobs family’s member from Solis happens to be in Europe recuperating."