CHAPTER 4: CHAPTER 4: FORCED KISS

She and Adrian Grant were found in bed together before they even got up, there’s no way nobody snitched.

If they hadn’t been discovered, she probably wouldn’t have married Adrian Grant.

Eleanor Winslow propped her chin with one hand, as if she were deep in thought.

The blue neon light poured over the woman’s delicate profile, her long curl of eyelashes quivering slightly, exuding a vulnerable allure.

"Who knows? Didn’t everyone think that I was the one who orchestrated it all, forcing my way to the top?"

Even though they’ve been married for three years, and are even on the brink of divorce, Eleanor still doesn’t know why she was ’coincidentally’ caught ’in bed’ by the Grant Family elders back then.

...

Second floor, VIP room.

The others were partying wildly, only Adrian Grant was drinking alone in a corner, no one dared to provoke him.

Lance Lowell returned after a phone call and went straight to the corner to sit next to his friend.

Lance Lowell said, "There’s a woman downstairs buying for everyone, celebrating her return to singlehood."

Adrian Grant wasn’t interested, he didn’t even lift an eyelid.

Among the crowd, a few rich kids leaned over and asked, "Who is it? Who is it?"

Lance Lowell, handsome and gentlemanly, carried a nonchalant air as if he’s playing around in the world.

He leisurely revealed the answer: "Blake Lockwood."

"Blake Lockwood and Trevor Hawthorne are getting divorced?"

The group immediately opened the room door to watch the spectacle.

The song ended, and the lead singer shouted, "Let’s congratulate Miss Lockwood’s best friend on escaping the grave of marriage! Happy singlehood!"

Hold on.

Blake Lockwood’s best friend?

The only one who gets along with Blake Lockwood and is also married, isn’t it Eleanor Winslow?

Everyone turned their heads to look at the man in the corner, unsure what expression to make.

Adrian Grant had already walked over.

The crowd downstairs was surging.

Adrian Grant found Eleanor Winslow in the crowd at a glance.

She wore a halter neck long dress, her swan-like neck was especially beautiful, and even from such a distance, one could still sense her extraordinary figure and elegance.

In just these short few minutes, already seven men and even two women had approached her for a chat.

Still as popular as ever!

"Adrian, are you and Eleanor getting divorced?" Someone couldn’t resist the gossip and asked.

Others couldn’t help calculating in their minds if their own sister had a chance to marry Adrian Grant and become the second Mrs. Grant.

Adrian Grant’s face always wore a faint smile, a social facade that didn’t reach his eyes.

But at the moment, even that extremely faint smile disappeared.

He lit a cigarette, raised his eyelids slightly: "Who said that?"

That gaze was casual, yet inexplicably oppressive.

The group looked at each other, not daring to respond lightly.

Isn’t this Blake Lockwood celebrating for Eleanor Winslow...

Isn’t it you and Eleanor... could it be someone else and Eleanor?

Adrian Grant lowered his gaze and sent a text message, then leaned on the railing with one hand, calmly watching downstairs, as if waiting for something.

Shortly after.

The woman from the booth downstairs stood up, looked up to the second floor, and soon spotted Adrian Grant standing among a group of young masters!

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The group hadn’t yet figured out Adrian Grant’s thoughts and heard footsteps first.

Eleanor Winslow strode in wearing white high heels, the hem of her dress swaying with her steps, making for a pleasing sight—if one ignored her cold face at the moment.

This face, even when cold, was first-class beautiful!

Several rich kids almost got lost in it, then remembered Adrian Grant in the room, hurriedly retracting their gaze.

Eleanor Winslow ignored the others, stood in front of Adrian Grant, staring him down as if trying to bore a hole into him.

She took out her phone and thrust it in front of Adrian Grant’s eyes, her knuckles white from gripping too hard.

The text message read: [Jude Winslow’s lawyer is ready?]

It seemed concerned.

But actually threatened!

With emotions magnified after drinking, Eleanor grabbed Adrian Grant’s tie and asked from her heart:

"Adrian Grant, are you crazy?"

The lyrics of "Double Ninth Festival" floated up from the ground floor patio:

[Still for you, climb high and visit dead. As usual, dress in white for you]

Adrian Grant clicked his tongue: "Mrs. Grant, people might think I’m dead, hearing such lyrics."

These lyrics, aren’t they giving off a vibe as if mourning an ex!

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand." Eleanor lifted her chin slightly, stubbornly playing ignorant.

Then she pulled Adrian Grant’s wrist directly towards the empty adjacent room: "Come over and say it!"

She didn’t want to discuss personal matters in public.

Adrian Grant glanced at the small hand pulling him, standing unmoved.

The touch on his wrist was delicate and warm, making one think more.

Eleanor couldn’t move him, glared at him: "Come here!"

"Mrs. Grant, the way we’re pulling and tugging is inappropriate given our current relationship." Adrian Grant reminded her about the divorce.

He was relaxed, looking down at the woman in front of him, his lips curved in a half-smile, elegance mixed with laziness.

The young masters had a mistaken impression that Adrian seemed to be in a better mood now.

"I am legally married to you, what’s inappropriate?" Eleanor sneered, emphasizing ’you’ sarcastically.

Adrian Grant didn’t respond, almost lit a cigarette.

Eleanor pressed against his chest, suddenly leaned in!

The woman’s red lips paused just short of the man’s thin lips, Adrian Grant’s hand with the cigarette halted mid-air, the scarlet tip flickered, like a heartbeat.

Eleanor’s eyes teased, breath fragrant: "Adrian Grant, even if I kiss you in front of them now, forcefully kiss you! There’s nothing inappropriate!"

Forcefully kiss?

Adrian Grant’s brows raised with interest.

He leaned closer, catching the scent of alcohol on Eleanor, a blend of brandy and tequila.

"Had some drinks?"

Adrian Grant didn’t know how much Eleanor drank, but she was visibly intoxicated, else she would never say such things in public—at times, she could be quite old-fashioned about etiquette.

He lowered his eyes, the woman’s sweet almond eyes glistened, cheekbones slightly red, lips petite, collarbone defined, skin like jade, every part of her was enticing.

Adrian Grant suddenly extinguished the cigarette, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, strongly pulled her into his embrace without a word, then dragged her towards the empty adjacent room.

Eleanor was shorter and had shorter legs than him, nearly stumbling along.

"Adrian Grant! Let me go..."

"Bang!"

The soft voice of the woman was completely cut off as the door closed.