CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 86: BABY, STOP OVERTHINKING

Being reminded by Eleanor, Adrian Grant’s face looked a bit unpleasant.

Eleanor leaned against the headboard, her beautiful almond eyes gazing at him, mercilessly asking, "Were you pretending to forget, or did you really forget?"

Eleanor’s words were sarcastic because with Adrian Grant’s photographic memory, it was impossible for him to forget.

"Eleanor, I’m sorry." Adrian Grant bent down and kissed Eleanor’s cheek, "I’ll get you the best scar removal cream, you won’t have a scar."

Eleanor tried to turn her head away, but she was a step too late and frowned slightly.

"Why are you apologizing to me? My injury isn’t your fault.

Adrian Grant sat down by the bedside, the chair for the caregiver was slightly higher than the hospital bed, but even so, his gaze was still above Eleanor’s level.

"You know why I’m apologizing."

The two quietly stared at each other.

"Then do you need me to apologize to Mia Winslow?" Eleanor asked again.

"Eleanor, you don’t need to do that."

What he cared about was whether Eleanor would be caught by Mia Winslow for intentional harm.

As for an apology?

He didn’t have the moral sense for it!

Eleanor found his words somewhat amusing and chuckled softly, speaking with unusual calm, "Did you bring the divorce agreement contracts? I don’t need those assets, so why not have a lawyer prepare them so we can sign tonight, and go to the civil affairs office tomorrow."

She was unusually calm, as if divorce was just an ordinary matter.

Adrian Grant’s pupils suddenly contracted.

"Your body isn’t well yet." His gaze fell on her tightly bandaged hands, "You can’t write, and you can’t even record fingerprints."

Reminded like this, Eleanor glanced helplessly at her hands, obvious regret and frustration on her face.

This hand, it might take more than half a month to heal.

Adrian Grant silently breathed a sigh of relief inside.

"How is Mia Winslow?" Eleanor was genuinely curious.

After all, she couldn’t even sign the divorce papers now, thanks to Mia Winslow!

"I don’t know." When Adrian Grant left, Mia Winslow was still undergoing exams, and after receiving Jude Winslow’s call, he was solely focused on Eleanor.

As for Mia Winslow’s results, Charles Rhodes was keeping an eye on them.

"You rushed over there, yet you say you don’t know her situation, Adrian Grant, you’re quite odd." Eleanor looked at her hand, "I won’t spread bad things about you and her, nor do I want extra assets, so there’s nothing hard for you to admit."

Hearing the underlying meaning in her words, Adrian Grant stood up in anger, "Eleanor, do you really think I like Mia Winslow?"

Eleanor looked at him confusedly, "What else then? Are you treasuring her just for fun? Besides liking her, I can’t think of another reason."

Adrian Grant let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Of course you can’t think of another reason, your focus is never on me, Eleanor."

Eleanor looked at him, her eyes filled with wronged doubt.

Adrian Grant tucked a strand of Eleanor’s hair behind her ear, "Zia, since your heart doesn’t include me, naturally, you can’t think of another reason."

When Eleanor heard him say ’you don’t have me in your heart,’ her heart skipped a beat with the feeling of almost being seen through, instinctively retreating.

She, against her will, asked, "How do you know I’m not in your heart?"

The tone, slightly sarcastic, slightly serious, even she couldn’t distinguish.

Adrian Grant unusually paused for a moment, then said, "When you were young, your attention was on my brother. When you grew up, you’ve been staring at various boys of the same age, saying they’re interesting."

Eleanor didn’t remember staring at boys her age.

She only remembered that when she first fell in love, she liked to compare those pursuing her with Adrian Grant—this one’s not as good-looking as Adrian, that one’s not as smart as Adrian.

Interesting?

Indeed, those people were more interesting than Adrian Grant, often acting up playfully in front of her.

But why did Adrian Grant despise her so much? Why was Adrian always with Mia Winslow?

Eleanor couldn’t think of a second reason besides Adrian Grant liking Mia Winslow.

Every time she saw Adrian appear with Mia Winslow in front of her back then, she could only stew in anger.

Oh, she was tired of such anger!

"I’m tired, I’m going to sleep." Eleanor closed her eyes, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

She closed her eyes, still aware of her surroundings.

Eleanor didn’t hear him leaving, so she opened her eyes again, "Why aren’t you leaving? Don’t you need to take care of Mia Winslow?"

"I’m taking care of you." Adrian Grant said as if it were obvious, "You’re my wife."

"Young Master Grant, can I not see you? Adrian Grant, every time I see you, I think about how foolish I was calling you, asking you to come, only to be rejected! Seeing you makes me feel like an idiot!"

Pain flashed in Adrian Grant’s eyes, but he remained sitting steadily as if mountains: "Eleanor, I’m still your guardian now."

He refused to leave.

"You won’t be for much longer!"

Eleanor, frustrated, closed her eyes again, turning her face to the side, choosing not to see him for peace.

Adrian Grant detected her words ’not for much longer,’ and his face showed disdain, indifferent.

In her weakened state, Eleanor fell asleep while fuming.

She was restless in her sleep, tried to turn over, but the tugging on her wounds caused her to moan in pain in her half-conscious state, her brows knitting tightly.

Hearing the sound, Adrian Grant looked over immediately, only to see a tear slipping from the corner of the woman’s eye.

When she was young, she’d be wronged but wouldn’t show it, crying sneakily in her sleep, waking up as if nothing happened, presenting a calm and proud façade.

Adrian Grant’s heart twisted painfully, gently holding her arms to keep her from moving.

After a while, Eleanor turned over, her face naturally resting on Adrian Grant’s thigh.

The warm touch transmitted through his thin trousers to his skin made his whole body tense.

Adrian Grant took a long breath, having to forcibly suppress the unbearable feeling.

"I won’t divorce you." Under the dim light, Adrian Grant whispered, "Darling, don’t even think about it."

-

"Oh shit!"

Eleanor was startled awake by a strange yell.

Once awake, she noticed something was off.

Everything before her eyes was dark, and as she moved back a bit, she discovered that Adrian Grant had somehow sat on her bed, and her face was buried in his lap!

Adrian Grant’s gaze shot like cold arrows towards the hospital room door.

Eleanor feigned calmness and turned to look, only to see Jude Winslow wiping his eyes.

"No, I thought you two were... doing that..." Halfway through his sentence, realizing the subjects were his sister, Jude Winslow licked his lips, unable to finish the inappropriate words.

Quickly, Jude shifted the topic, "Mom and Dad said they want to see you."

The hospital room fell silent, waiting for Eleanor’s reaction.

Adrian Grant said, "If you don’t want to see them, don’t."

Eleanor looked at him, "I’ve seen you already. What of them?"