CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: I HAVE CONDITIONS TOO

When she was little, her dad coaxed her the same way when she refused to take her medicine—

"If you don’t want to take medicine, how about drinking more water? Be good, Evelyn..."

She couldn’t help but feel a pang in her nose, like a little kitten, snuggling against the shoulder of the person next to her.

James Grant’s body stiffened, suppressing the strange emotion in his dark eyes, his big hand gently stroking her cheek.

"Why did you suddenly want to marry me? Don’t lie to me, Evelyn."

Marry him?

Who is he?

Is it James Grant?

Evelyn Clayton’s heart stirred, wanting to reply but couldn’t beat the churning sensation in her stomach, quickly getting up.

"Ugh—"

After a bout of vomiting, Evelyn Clayton felt even dizzier, and the questions she needed to answer were thrown out of her mind as she weakly collapsed onto the bed.

James Grant was stunned for a second, both annoyed and amused.

But looking at her flushed little face, he couldn’t get angry.

He had no choice but to resignedly take off the jacket that had been terribly soiled, and conveniently took a clean bathrobe from the wardrobe to change Evelyn Clayton into.

While undressing, James Grant unusually restrained himself from looking around, quickly changed her into the bathrobe, and tucked her into the bed.

After doing all this, he sat on the sofa by the bedside, watching Evelyn Clayton’s peacefully sleeping face.

A gentle smile unconsciously crept up his lips, he reached out his hand, like petting a kitten, gently ruffling Evelyn Clayton’s hair...

——

In a haze of consciousness, Evelyn Clayton had a dream, dreaming of her dad.

In the dream, just as she was about to hug her dad, countless hands suddenly stretched out towards her, desperately pulling her body in all directions.

She screamed from the pain.

In an instant, she woke up from the dream, everything was pitch black before her eyes.

Being in complete darkness, one feels very insecure.

She instinctively reached around, only to touch a warm palm.

There’s someone else in the bed?!

Evelyn Clayton cautiously withdrew her hand, grabbed the pillow, and directly pressed it over the person’s head.

"Mmph!" The person in the bed woke up with a start, struggling to break free from the restraints and get off the bed.

"Evelyn Clayton, are you trying to murder your husband?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Evelyn Clayton stopped her actions, finally found the switch, and turned on the light.

She saw James Grant with sleepy eyes, his jet-black hair still maintaining its tousled just-awoken state, his well-defined upper body exuding a strong masculine allure that made one blush uncontrollably.

She intuitively lowered her head, only to find—she was only wearing a bathrobe!

"James Grant, what did you do to me?!"

"I have no interest in drunkards." James Grant gave her a sidelong glance: "You got drunk and vomited all over the place last night. I cleaned up for you and even got beaten. Evelyn Clayton, do you know what being ungrateful means?"

"I only know what seizing an opportunity means." Evelyn Clayton crossed her arms and sneered: "When you were changing my clothes, did you look where you shouldn’t?"

James Grant mischievously raised an eyebrow, deliberately scanning her up and down: "Is there anything I haven’t seen?"

Evelyn Clayton felt like she could kill.

"Don’t get tense, we’re a married couple anyway."

"Not yet."

"Soon enough."

"Contractual couple." Evelyn Clayton corrected through gritted teeth: "It seems I need to make it clear beforehand that the first item in our agreement is you can’t take advantage of me."

"What do you mean by taking advantage? We’re—"

"Married! I know!" Evelyn Clayton took a deep breath: "In any case, you can’t look at my body or do anything with me without my consent or knowledge..."

She couldn’t articulate bedroom matters as openly as James Grant, but he should understand what she meant.

She expected James Grant to mock her "innocence," but he agreed without a hitch.

"No problem, but since you have demands, can I also make requests?"

Evelyn Clayton slightly relaxed her guard, sitting on the bed, looking up at James Grant: "Tell me."