CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 91: BABY, KEEP YOUR HANDS STILL!

Blake Lockwood glanced at Eleanor Winslow beside him and reminded her, "Adrian Grant doesn’t want a divorce."

Eleanor Winslow was silent for a few seconds.

"I know." After a pause, she commented, "He’s not quite right in the head lately."

Blake Lockwood was very interested, "In what way not right?"

"Hard to say," Eleanor snorted, "Maybe men are just that fickle. I mention divorce, and he suddenly realizes I’m a decent Mrs. Grant, and he probably can’t get used to being divorced."

A scumbag about to be divorced, nothing much to say about that, Blake Lockwood had a new gossip target.

"Eleanor, what do you think of that person from the Jacobs Family?"

"Senior Jacobs? He’s a good person." Eleanor unhesitatingly gave a high appraisal, "Gentlemanly and mild-mannered, smart, good-tempered, and has a sense of propriety."

Blake Lockwood tilted his head with a mischievous smile, "I think Julian Jacobs likes you!"

"What?" Eleanor was shocked and shook her head saying, "Impossible, he knows about my relationship with Adrian Grant. He’s got looks, family background, intelligence, no reason to fancy me."

Blake Lockwood shrugged, "Doesn’t he also know you’re getting a divorce?"

Their Eleanor just didn’t realize her own charm!

Eleanor blinked, thinking of the possibility that Julian Jacobs might have feelings for her, and immediately shook her head to dismiss such ridiculous thoughts.

Eleanor helplessly said, "There’s nothing possible between me and him, stop imagining a random couple!"

Blake Lockwood dropped Eleanor off at home.

"Why don’t you just go home? Trevor Hawthorne finally came back, and you come here to stay overnight every few days, I’m afraid Young Master Hawthorne might think there’s something between you and me and come after me," Eleanor joked, then said, "Getting a nurse would do just fine."

"What nurse could be better than me?" Blake Lockwood went inside, adeptly took out slippers for Eleanor from the shoe cabinet.

Eleanor stopped, scrutinizing her, "Blake."

"Hmm?"

"Are you and Trevor Hawthorne fighting?"

The sun set into twilight, the brilliance of summer lights just begun.

The warm yellow indoor lighting added a touch of warmth to the heart.

After a moment, Blake Lockwood nonchalantly said, "Two weeks ago, I came home and found him and Vivian Quinn lying on the same bed."

"Who? Vivian Quinn?" Eleanor was shocked, eyes wide with disbelief.

This woman, back when Blake Lockwood and Trevor Hawthorne had just got their marriage certificate, had already tried the naked seduction trick, and now she’s at it again?

"Doesn’t Vivian Quinn have any shame?" Eleanor calmed herself down a bit, "Did Trevor Hawthorne explain anything?"

Blake Lockwood sneered, "Young Master Hawthorne is used to being free and unfettered, why would he explain to anyone?"

Back then, Blake Lockwood turned and left upon witnessing the shocking scene, afraid she’d end up literally beating up the couple.

Explain? Cause a scene?

Blake Lockwood thought no need, originally Trevor Hawthorne married her only because of her mother’s dying wish, not out of love.

"I’m wondering if I should get a divorce too," Blake Lockwood lamented.

"Blake, why didn’t you tell me sooner?" Eleanor looked at Blake Lockwood with concern.

"I’m fine!" Blake Lockwood pretended to be carefree, "We were always a fake couple, we didn’t marry because we liked each other, and with him out there over the years, I know he surely hasn’t been clean."

"Blake..."

Blake Lockwood reined in her smile, "Alright then, knowing and seeing are still different."

It was so disgusting she wanted to throw up!

Eleanor gave Blake Lockwood a hug.

Blake Lockwood, both laughing and crying, lowered her hands, "Be a good patient, little hands don’t move around!"

-

When Jude Winslow came, Eleanor was at home watching dramas with Blake Lockwood.

"Here, have some soup, your favorite mushroom chicken soup." Jude Winslow eagerly ladled out the nourishing soup he brought.

’Your favorite’ — those four words instantly reminded Eleanor of how Adrian Grant unhesitatingly rattled off the fruits she disliked while in the hospital room two days ago.

The speed at which he said it led Eleanor to suspect he really remembered her preferences, and remembered them well.

"Jude Winslow."

"Huh?"

Eleanor asked unexpectedly, "Did Adrian Grant ask you to bring the soup?"

Jude Winslow had an expression like ’how do you know, are you a wizard?!’, but kept up his pretense, "No way! Made at home!"

"I’m the only one at home who likes mushrooms. Since my mom passed away, no mushroom chicken soup has ever been made at home," Eleanor looked at him.

Feeling uncomfortable under her stare, Jude Winslow relented, "Aww, your man cares about you! He couldn’t reach you, so he contacted me—no wait, why can’t he reach you?"

"Oh, maybe because I blocked him." Eleanor walked back to the sofa and sat down, "I’m not eating anything from him, take it away."

"Oh come on!" Jude Winslow swaggered over, trying to persuade for the investor, "If you block him, and he wants to talk divorce with you, wouldn’t he not be able to reach you then either?"

Eleanor lifted her hands which were well-wrapped, "Once the bandages are off, I’ll take his number out of the blocked list."

Jude Winslow: "..."

Are you academic overachievers all this meticulous?

Jude Winslow gloomily carried the untouched soup downstairs.

Adrian Grant was leaning against the wall, on his fifth cigarette.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the man’s handsome and aristocratic features bore a somewhat desolate expression.

"She won’t drink it," Jude Winslow sighed, "Brother-in-law, Eleanor’s blocked you, I think you deserve it this time."

Recalling Eleanor’s injuries back then made Jude Winslow feel the pain.

Adrian Grant wasn’t angry at the reprimand, and asked, "How is her mood?"

"Not bad, but I’ve seen her accidentally hit her injured hand a few times, wincing in pain," Jude Winslow looked at Adrian Grant, deliberately adding, "She’s so pitiful!"

Adrian Grant extinguished the cigarette.

-

Two days later.

Blake Lockwood’s WeChat was bombarded by various booze and meat friends from the circle:

[Blake, did you know Mia Winslow’s hand is going to be useless?]

[Blake, need to ask something, heard Eleanor injured Mia Winslow’s hand?]

[Blake, what’s going on between Eleanor and Mia Winslow?]

The news of Mia Winslow’s left hand needing surgery again spread throughout the upper-class circle.

"Blake, what’s up?" Eleanor noticed something off about Blake Lockwood’s expression.

Blake Lockwood’s lips curled slightly, saying, "A lot of people are asking me if you injured Mia Winslow."

Eleanor wasn’t the least bit surprised, following up with a laugh, "Looks like Mia Winslow’s hand isn’t in great shape, otherwise she wouldn’t stir up such public opinion so soon."

When Eleanor went to the Winslow Family villa alone, she had preemptively informed Blake Lockwood that if she didn’t check in after three hours, Blake would come looking for her.

Meaning, even without Jude Winslow’s involvement, Blake would quickly notice something was wrong with Eleanor. To avoid worrying Blake, Eleanor first had Jude Winslow message Blake to report her safety.

So, Eleanor’s actions were crystal clear to Blake.

Blake Lockwood was full of anticipation, "The bigger Mia Winslow makes the issue now, the more embarrassing it’ll be for her later."